I love airports. I do.
There is nothing like an airport that seems to put into perspective for me just how many people there are in this world. That I am only one in 6 billion. That thought comforts me. Every time.
And I love meeting people at the airport. There is nothing quite like the overwhelming anxious excitement that I feel in the pit of my stomach waiting for friends to come up the escalators, past the security check point. Most times I’m not sure if I’m going to combust or just vomit. But luckily, I do neither.
I also really like watching as people are reunited. The hug between a mother and her son. The joy and relief on a wife’s face as she spots her husband, still donned in his military attire. The laughter that erupts as best friends immediately pick up exactly where they left off as if the time they spent living in different parts of the country never even took place.
And it warms my heart. And I am reminded of the goodness of God.
And then….there are the times when I just hate airports. ABHOR THEM. And I think to myself how they are CLEARLY just these awful AWFUL structures that have been designed and built by the devil himself.
And the closer I get to them, the more the tears come.
I’m not very good at goodbyes. At all. I hate them. I do.
I do. I just do. What more can I say.
And I leave home in 20 days. And I think I’m starting to realize just how long a year really is.
But before I head to Chicago, I’m making a pit-stop in Ohio and Indiana to hang out with three of my best friends in the entire world.
And one of them is driving me to Chicago. Which could be really good or just really really awful hahaha. Wait, let me explain. So, we have this thing…it’s kind of tradition by now….where we play this one John Mayer song as she drives me to the airport.
The song is called Wheel. NOTHING makes me weep more than having this song playing in the background as we get closer and closer to saying goodbye.
I texted her today saying, “If you play Wheel while driving me to Chicago, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave the country.” To which she replied, “If I play Wheel while driving you to Chicago, I think I might kill us both.” It made me laugh. Hard. And I was grateful that we at least had an understanding.
But as I bring this to a close, I think of how I woke up this morning singing, “Where You go, I go” and how firm and resolute it still is in my spirit. How at the end of the day, I just want to be where God is and go where He is leading….because I want God. I just want God. Just. God. Everything else in comparison to who He is and what He wants to do with life is either frivolous or bonus. That’s it.
And so, when it comes time to leave it all behind, I will follow after God. And I pray that that is forever true of my life.
