"The Adventure Begins"
It is 4:13 "Arkansas" time on Friday, June 17th and I have officially set a few new personal records for longest time awake, longest time sitting in one seat, and longest time hanging over an open body of water as I have been on this plane for nearly eight hours. As I sit in my cozy little seat next to Mrs. Grimes, I am amazed at how our journey has played out so far. It all started at what seems like days ago (as I have not slept for more than twenty minutes at a time in over 36 hours) when I picked Mrs. Longing up at her house so that we could leave from my house at 3:30 a.m. for the airport. While sleep was discussed somewhere during the course of the night, it literally flew out the front door when a bird flew into my house through the chimney, knocked itself silly on my daughters bedroom wall and had to be rescued (via a towel being thrown over it) and set free by Mrs. Longing (my hero) somewhere around 11:00. After that excitement, I decided that I should probably finish packing and since I would just have to get up in a couple of hours anyway, a decision to just stay up was made.
Once at the airport, check in was a breeze. Although Maddie, The Mad Scientist, got a few strange looks. It's hard not to stare at that amazing head of hair that Maddie displays.
Since being on the plan we have seen some amazing sights. We have encountered clouds in the most amazing shapes and colors as the rising sun gave life to the sky. We have crossed the Guadalupe Mountains, the Edwards Plateau, the San Juan and the Chocolate Mountains. Yes, you read that correctly, the Chocolate Mountains. From the view point of the plane, the mountain tops really did look like little ribbons of chocolate amidst sea of creamy white. We have also viewed humanity in its most sincere way. Mrs. Grimes and I met a mother and daughter who were traveling to "make a wish" come true. The daughter was a sixteen year old who was winning the battle against cancer and feeling strong enough to try surfing tomorrow. As her mother and I visited, her strength was obvious and I was reminded that troubles such as a bird loose in my house are just small pebbles on the road of life. As I recounted the bird story with her she told me that she had once known a ninety year old Italian woman who said that a bird flying in your house was good luck. I could't help but smile thinking of the timing. The bird could have flown in my chimney on many previous occasions, or even tonight when no one would have there to set it free. But...it flew in as we where about it embark on the adventure of a life time for our MIS kids. I love how God never ceases to amaze me with his timing and cleverly crafted intertwining of lives.
Mrs. West
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