Flight

After a night of Krav Maga, I was lying in bed with my mind darting about like ninja arrows. I'll blog later on this. But suffice to say, I didn't sleep very much. I thought, all the same, I'll have an early start on the last minute things, nap in the afternoon to begin shifting time zones, have a little down time with God before leisurely strolling into a restaurant to celebrate my parents' 37th wedding anniversary. I would then commute to the airport with Pat to spend a bit of time together. 

Well... Nope. 

I wasn't done packing till 7-ish. I didn't get to nap so I was grumpy. Got to chill with God for all of 3 minutes before we went off for dinner. Because I had a plane to catch, dad was driving like a maniac. I got car sick and could only down soup and bread at the restaurant. Got home where Pat was waiting for me, showered, closed the bags, prayed with him and then we were off to the airport. We were both too tired so I asked him to leave early since he had a long drive back. 

Not what I envisioned this awesome day of new  beginnings, dreams, adventures, and all things dramatic to be. But all through the day, in between getting things done and trusting God for reminders (holy to-do list!) , I'd felt surges of emotions, though there really wasn't anything going on in my mind. 

I felt peace and strength. Joy. Felt like God was more eager to meet me than me. And that made me kind of weak at the knees.

I felt a sense of goodbyes, which was strange since this was only a twenty day trip. And if I had time to dwell on this, I would tear! The chubby schnauzer seemed to sense this and kept sticking her side to me. 

So I'm actually writing this while I transit in Dubai. I slept through most of the plane ride so it went by pretty quick. Its really busy here at DXB. But my hermit instincts has homed in on a nice sitting area where the morning light is gentle and I can look out onto the tarmac.