woops. i wrote a lot.

Okay...so, here's what I've been thinking.

On the way to the airport (my dad was dropping me off) my dad was worrying a lot and he was mad at me because I forgot about the no liquids rule or whatever and I brought shampoo and toothpaste. I also forgot a plastic bag for my contacts. Anyway, he was pissed at me, so he stopped at target and got plastic bags. I was annoyed that he was so mad at me for such a simple mistake, he was just making me feel really stupid.
So, we got to the airport, and there were big problems with getting my ticket, so it took about an hour to fix that crap. I got through security just fine and got to my gate. Then the flight kept getting delayed, and they overbooked the flight.

Basically you didn't need to read that whole paragraph...and I had a lot of trouble getting on the plane to MN. So, I got on the plane, and the devil just began working in me. I had this weird feeling of death...like I was going to die. It was kind of fear, but more of an acceptance that I could (and was going to) die on the way to MN. But, I talked to God for the next hour and half and things really changed. It was good....fantastic, really. The plane landed perfectly, the lady next to me asked me if I had a nice nap to which I replied "wonderful" even though I was actually praying. I am a liar.

On this trip, I have learned to be happy with a lot and happy with a little. I have seen the love between these two people that is just incredible. God has given me so many opportunities. I was able to have so many good conversations, and pray with them, and read them the bible. On Sunday morning, we were eating breakfast on their deck, and they asked me to get my bible. I read some awesome scripture, we talked about how we are all doing in our lives...our struggles, our desires, and then I was able to pray for them. It was really fantastic.

This has been relaxing. and encouraging.


oh yea, my 56 year old grandma let me borrow her the new Coldplay album. that was weird. and sweet.