Like really weird.
I got off the plane in my party pants
and I was no longer the cool white girl.
I was the weird girl that didn’t get ready for the day.
God has been faithful with my travels the past few days.
I was legit freaked out of my mind flying into LAX that i would soon
be separated from the family I had fallen in love with the past year.
I was secretly terrified I would get on the wrong flight and
end up in some random city.
Or be drooled on by someone I didn’t know.
Or lose my bag.
Or you know… I could go on and on.
A lot of worries.
Well, the cool thing is I met baller people everywhere I went.
Never once did I feel alone.
I met this dude on his way home from Iraq in LAX waiting for my flight.
We talked about the Lord… we compared and contrasted the physical war
with the spiritual world.
He boarded his plane iin tears and said that my boldness and willingness changed him.
I naturally enlightened him that
I am nothing…
merely a vessel that has been overtaken by redeeming blood.
merely a vessel that has been overtaken by redeeming blood.
I met the cutest old man security guard in Pheonix.
He saw me scratching my head lost and naturally took me under his wing for the layover.
He told me funny stories about things he has confiscated.
Got me a free cup of coffee.
Made sure I made it to my gate successfully.
He too made it sound like I hung the moon because I have loved the “lowest of the low.”
I enlightened him as well that I am nothing..
Just someone who was called over and over and over again and finally answered.
The flight from Pheonix to Houston was the longest.
There was this fiesty old woman I had my eye on while waiting for boarding…
Half because she was ancient and half because she had on a cool grandma sweater.
I ended up sitting next to her and her beau on the plane.
I soon found out they were on their way to cancun to celebrate their
Sixty-fifth wedding anniversary.
It blew my mind.
I just ate up her wisdom and stories.
She asked where I was headed and explained my soon to be reunion with my family.
She was exhilirated about my experiences.
asking questions.
eating up my experiences.
dumbfounded that “such younguns would do such big things with their lives.”
I felt that she too put me a little higher than most and it made me awkward.
I explained to her as well that it is nothing I did but Him working through me.
(She may or may not have proceeded to say she has a grandson my age…
and gave me his name, email, facebook, home address and life story.)
(She may or may not have proceeded to say she has a grandson my age…
and gave me his name, email, facebook, home address and life story.)
I don’t want glory from my experiences.
I want it to spur people on to their potential with the
One who spoke them into being.
I am no better than anyone else.
I have no more favor in the Lords eyes than anyone else does.
it’s not that i’m above the girl next door.
We are all being called
with either a loud booming voice
or a little sweet whisper.
It’s there… we just need to listen.
So, now I am in Kingwood, Texas.
Home is really weird.
It was weird hugging my family.
and squeezing my nephews cheek that was a month old when I left.
I freaked out for a minute when my dad drove on the right side of the road.
I find it strange that my house has internet that doesn’t cut out.
I think its weird that there is full blown electricity.
I felt uneasy that I wasn’t rushed in the shower.
It’s uncomfortable that I can comb through my hair with my fingers.
I feel like its Christmas morning when I open my closet and my clothes are
clean and there are a plethora of them.
Carpet feels weird on my toes.
And flushing toilet paper wigs me out.
Eavesdropping and understanding what people say is mindblowing.
Having a comfy pillow nearly makes my head hurt.
I had to pinch myself when fajitas were served tonight.
Airconditioning may give me frostbite.
Having five people in a five seater car feels spacey.
It’s weird to not have to convert money in my head.
Having more than one pair of shoes seems ridiculous.
Yeah weird.
Very weird.
But i’m okay with ittt.
God is so faithful… and abounding with blessings.
I don’t want to bash the things I have been blessed with
But I don’t want to get so comfortable that I forget about my babies either.
Maybe in a few days it’ll wear off that all these things are weird…
but until then I may sleep on the floor using my elbow as a pillow
and a candle as light.
I am freaking happy to be home.
