So at the moment it's 5:45... In the a.m. And I'm sitting the the terminal at Mid-Continent Airport in Wichita waiting for my flight to Boston to board and get on its way. What makes this so different from all the other incredibly early flights I've made in the past is I'm alone. Just me, no mommy or daddy there to hold my hand.
In a lot of ways this is terribly frightening and amazingly exhilarating at the same time. I am leaving the house of my father just as Abraham left his when God called him to. There is this part of me, instinct or something I suppose, that just tells me it's alright. It's normal that I'm sitting in the airport all by myself about to travel halfway across the country. And this instinct brings an incredible amount of peace with it somehow.
The lady at the counter just told everyone we're boarding now so I guess that's my cue to take a few more steps by myself this morning and really a few more on the journey of life.
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