flying high

Flying is my fave. It's true. There's something about the airport and the plane and the people, going to and fro and every which way that makes me smile....

TEXAS!!! It's dear to my heart. My first flight was to Cleveland... then Dallas. #lovethiscity

written while in the airport:
Sat next to a nice old man on the flight to Cleveland. He was chatty and smelled of faded cologne and bubblegum.  Old fashioned in a way...gave me lots of space despite having zero room himself.  He asked me about where i was going? And where did I work?  And how did I like my Kindle Fire?  He wants to buy his wife one.

The Cleveland airport is....interesting.  That's all I can say.  I didn't see all of it to properly ascertain if I like it.  It seems small.  As I walked to my next gate, I kept an eye out for coffee--in any form.  Desperate?  No. Just....addicted.  Coffee is one of the things that comfort me.  The place I found was called Timothy's.  I ask you...how could I not stop??  The concoction I picked up was called a mocha latte bene.  Even their smallest size was a little pricey...but oh. so. worth it.

A lady told me she liked my hair.  Way to make my day random airport lady.

The older couple across from me is very much in love.  They are flirting with each other....whispering and laughing.  In about 40 years, I want that to still be me...

Like the shot from my window? I do. :)

For the past few days, I've had "Worthy of it All" and "Glorious" from pihop's new CD playing in my head.  You need to go check it out. It's free!!
"You're worthy of it all....worthy of it all. For from You are all things and to You are all things...YOU deserve the glory."

This is my heart's cry. Jesus deserves all glory and honor and praise. He is so worthy of all the affection and love my puny little human heart can muster.  Beyond the darkness that presses close to my heart at times, He is there. When I can't feel His presence...when I can't hear His voice...when all I feel is my own desperation and confusion, and all I can hear are the tumultuous doubts and raging questions, HE is still faithful. All I have to do is whisper, "Jesus, You're beautiful...."