Above -- Nervous traveler and sunrise at the airport.
I wonder how many of us didn't sleep last night? Because of anticipation, last minute packing or for fear of sleeping through a 3:30 a.m. alarm.
Then there is the airport ballet -- that complicated dance of passenger, baggage and the metal objects that may be hidden on your person. I can't help but wonder if Homeland Security will raise an eyebrow over the 50 lbs of a thick liquid substance in my suitcase that is suspiciously marked Tempra paint? Who travels with that much Tempra paint? An elementary school teacher going on a weeklong craft binge?
But it appears we've all made our flights. Our group is spread over three flights headed to three different cities with about 122 checked bags that must make transfers and meet us in San Diego. A lot could go wrong. But we trust whatever comes our way in our travel between here and there that God will be a part of the adventure. Of course, such trust is easy when you haven't arrived in Mexico without your luggage and been forced to wear the same olive drab Mosaic t-shirt for a week.
All of this to say, we hope everyone is praying for our safe arrival, our bags' safe arrival ...and that both bags and owners arrive in pretty much the same place at the same time. We also hope you'll cover us in prayer all week as we hope to glorify God in Mexico. You'll be in our prayers, too. Because the truth of it is, we're all on a mission and all foreigners in a strange land.
P.S. Our reports won't always be so prompt. This one is being posted at the Nashville airport! Most will come at the end of each day or early in the morning.
Till then. 10:10
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