blue skies would be nice
June 25, 2008
There’s just something about airports. The waiting. The rushing. The waiting again. Waiting on people you’ve missed. Waiting on weather to change. Hoping for good winds. Praying for less waiting.
I’m sitting on the floor in a Colombian airport. My plane should have taken off two hours ago. Manizales is covered in clouds and sprinkled with rain. There’s an uneasy hiss of people scattered about- whispers of uncertainty, prayers for just a glimpse of blue and I am praying, too.
Hey, God. I’m so glad that you sent me. Sometimes I wonder why you chose a girl like me for an adventure like this, but as always, I’m glad that you did.
It’s been a good year, Jesus. It has. I’ve grown and changed and learned to see and hear you in all sorts of places. Coffee plants and mangoes. Congas, clarinets, and Colombian people. In miloja and frijoles and abuelitas and monacitas. You are in all of it.
But, God, I’m ready for home. I’m ready to see Momma and go ridin’ with Daddy. I’m ready to sing with Sisser and go walking with Mamaw. I’m ready to sweat in a Mississippi summer. So, God, if you would, clear the skies a little. Let there be blue.
June 25th, 2008 at 4:18 pm
Praying for you to get blue skies and a quick ride home. I know you are so very ready to see family. God bless.
June 25th, 2008 at 4:22 pm
clarinets?
rockin’.
June 25th, 2008 at 5:03 pm
I’m stopping what I’m doing right now to pray for blue skies in Colombia. I know you are more than ready to be home.
June 25th, 2008 at 8:38 pm
I am late reading this because you have written other things but I am praying for blue skys, calm wind, sober pilots, no thunderstorms, light traffic, etc. … anything you may run into on your journey home. Love and see you soon.
July 1st, 2008 at 8:55 pm
Nothing beats home and the time of having some brain rest…last paragraph would make a good lil’ song..