Flying in the morning has got to be my favorite time to fly. Yes I wake up to precious people who sacrifice their beaty sleep and join me in running on 3-4. I sit here in the dark with nothing but the warm glow of the no smoking signs, and cinemagic coming through my headphones. I don't know why, but I just feel so close to God up here. Not because I feel closer to heaven, but the peace around me, the non-chaotic earth below, and the the awesome full moon to the left of me. I got a window seat, which never happens to me, and two empty seats next to me woot.woot. I'm sipping my hot tea and sighing in peaceful comfort. I love the Lord, I love that He blesses me with these little moments. I really needed to be quite, still, peaceful and talk to Him with hope and peace that He has control. So I'm looking out my window with the warmth of my tea, smiling at the kids in front of me (laughing at their learning how to speak voice) and thinking/praying about things i haven't thought or prayed about in awhile.. How cool is it that to the left of me it's a full moon, I follow it's light on bits of water...It reminds me of a little round mirror reflecting off the wall (or some ones face). There's a storm in the distance, a big burst of lighting displays behind the clouds. Then I have the sunrise on my right painting everything it touches with bright beautiful orangy reddish awesomeness. *sigh* I love it, I love life, I love people, and of course the One who brilliantly created all these things I love. Here I come Kansas.
