eastward bound soon

the skies were busy today.

i went on a run this glorious day, and i must have seen close to ten planes in the sky. not that that fact is particularly fascinating. but what was fascinating is that every one of those planes was flying eastward.

it was kind of like ironic foreshadowing, because that is the same direction i will be flying in approximately eleven days.

ELEVEN DAYS!!!!!! holy moly. it seems not so long ago that this trip was just a dream in my heart, a thing i thought for sure i'd never feasibly be able to do.

also while i was on my run, which was more like a walk since i'm very tired, i crunched the first fallen leaf. ahh! of course i have no way of knowing if that particular leaf was the very first fallen leaf in this hemisphere, but it had to be among the first at least.

two weeks from tonight i will be sleeping in a home off the southeastern coast of england, dreaming of the next days spent in london. this is crazy. really crazy. and you know, even though all of the money has not come yet, i know it will. God is all over this trip in front and behind, and i know that He will provide. i know He will. He is a good God, and He delights in giving good gifts to His children.

so, whomever you are, i deeply covet your prayers. i sincerely doubt anybody on the planet reads this blog, which is okay with me, but if somebody happens across it, please pray for me. PLEASE. i'll try to keep this updated i suppose. gotta have something for posterity or whatever.

......

...i am tired.

wind

last night i stood on the back deck and looked at the stars. it was still a bit light, but all those familiar constellations were clear. there was a little wind stirring up the warm air, and i could see the trees move and sway with it. i could hear the wind dancing through the leaves. it was beautiful.

but as i stood, i realized with surprise that the wind was not blowing on me. i was in the middle of the deck out in the open, but i could not feel the breeze that i saw and heard. all of creation was having a grand and wonderful ball, dancing beneath the stars in the warm summer evening, but i was not invited. i was like a little child, face pressed up against the glass, peering in on a lovely dance in which i wasn't allowed to participate.

and as i stood there, i tried hard to feel the wind. i stood hard and silent and concentrated, hoping i'd only missed it among my other observations. but i honestly could not feel it.

it was the strangest thing.