Airplane epiphanies

Something about airplanes. 

They always get me thinking. I'm sure it's because I feel trapped in them and have no control over my life at that point.i also think flying is a foreign concept. I wasn't made with wings. Therefore how am I in midair.i tend to pray a lot on planes and ponder god more frequently that I normally would when not flying. I think that has to do with vastness. I look out the window and I see the ground below and the sky above me. Nothing new under the sun. But in this case it's a different perspective.

Everything on land is so small compared to what is above me. On ground everything looks like giants and far bigger than it really is. But once I take myself from that life, it looks different and a lot less big and scary.

Then I start pondering the vastness of the creator.thinking why me, why was I created. Why any this? Then I start thinking about the sunrise. Dawn is a new day, new Beginnings and a color palette of beauty. I think we could learn something if we experienced more dawns.

Coming from the mouth of a girl who hates mornings. I hit snooze a million times because I can't get out of bed. Then I finally end up rolling out of bed and run out the door.
But dawn. It Is a calming concept. no, it is a calming reality. It's slow but well worth the outcome. A perfect example that our beginnings matter just as much as our endings. The beginning is where we begin to understand waiting.

Acts 2

“‘I saw the Lord always before me.
    Because he is at my right hand,
    I will not be shaken.
Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices;
    my body also will rest in hope,
because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead,
    you will not let your holy one see decay.
You have made known to me the paths of life;
    you will fill me with joy in your presence.’^[e]

///please excuse if it doesn't make sense, it was about 6am when I wrote this

momentarily silenced.

 

I should have updated you all ages ago. Sorry for the silence been on vacation and am having a blast wandering the streets of chicago, curling up on the couch in indianapolis and watching the priceless faces of Jayde while we fly. Onward to Oklahoma in the morning.

worst/best luck on airplanes

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and Courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go-." 

                Joshua 1:9

Aside from the fact, that I rarely ever get a good seat on airplanes, there is always a perspective.

Perspective one: 

The lady sitting next to me-- I believe of Arabic culture. Well, she stood up and walked around, she then grabbed ear plugs and a sleep mask. She instantly starts snoring. I'm talking about all of these things happened in about a 2 minute, maybe less, time frame. Not even 5 minutes later, someone walks by her, she looks to see who it is. Then she puts her mask back on and starts snoring, again.

How do you fall asleep/wake up that quickly? 

Perspective two:

The lady sitting next to me is Iranian/Persian. And not Arabic-- an assumption I had made earlier during the flight. I'm really quite glad I didn't say anything because I probably would have deeply offended her. She's from Iran but has been living in the US for 25 years. Her daughter got married and had a kid and she just couldn't leave. She visits Iran for 1-2 months a time to visit her brothers and sisters-- she hates it. 

She asked me where I was going, I told her "South Africa." She instantly said/asked, "For human rights?"

"Essentially," I said.

"Help Persians," she said. 

Tears in her eyes she explains to me of the crazy president, the violence and the guillotine of young people. One person is hanged every 8 hours. She then tells me that Iran is a men's country and women have no voice. My initial thought, I'm a girl traveling alone. What the heck could I even do?

 dedicated to the muller mountain men :)
Frankfurt, Germany

On a plane, I shall go

Oh goodness gracious.

What the heck am I doing?

I'm leaving on a jet plane.

or a Boeing 747.