Sitting here in the airport waiting on our delayed flight, gives me no other choice but to think. Thinking about who I will come across, what God has waiting for me, and who I will be when I return. My "travel pal" asked me how I was feeling about this trip, I told her I didn't know how to feel. I don't know what is acceptable and what I SHOULD be feeling. I'm not even sure if the butterflies are due to nervousness or hunger because I haven't eaten all day. Thankfully, I'm not alone. She "feels" the same way. We are both hopeful that once we get there, everything will come to us in an instant.
And the waiting continues...
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