I'm sitting here in Washington National Airport and just thinking...
I'm really excited to see my daughter in a couple of hours. On the flight here to DC, the pilot announced that we would be landing in 15 minutes...well, he apparently made that announcement too soon because that 15 minutes turned into a turbulent circling of the airport that took 35 minutes. I can be a nervous flier, but nerves aside, I really started to feel anxious. We were going back up instead of down, and I hadn't heard the landing gear come down. Of course, my mind started going to everything from the landing gear was broken to there's a situation at the airport that called for no incoming traffic. Well, as it turns out, it was just backed up traffic; that's what the crew says anyway. At any rate, I began to feel most anxious during that ordeal when I thought of Grace and how if anything happened...I'm certainly aware of my mortality and try to live in a way that suggests that, but I had all these thoughts.
Would she remember me if she didn't see me again? My sister who was keeping her would instantly be a mom in my stead. How I'd miss out on so much. Well, the good news is that the bad news wasn't true (or the bad thoughts anyway). I lived to see another day and had a fabulous time with my husband, Dale (who was very comforting while I was going through my moment of anxiety). I'm headed back to my regular life with a little more appreciation for it and for life itself. I don't take it for granted. I'm grateful everyday for the Grace God has shown me and given me! It really is sufficient.
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Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Mommy's a woman, too....
I had Sangria with lunch today (two glasses actually):o) While it's been really hard to be away from my baby, it's also been good for me. Being in DC hanging out, having dinner with my husband at Grace's Mandarin, going to the Smithsonian Museum of African Art and Museum of American History (it's been years), having lunch at Lauriol Plaza, taking pictures next to a cut-out of President Obama and just doing things as they come has reminded me that...mommy is a woman, too!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Brokenness...
The word brokenness has been coming to mind all week...
I was in my old stomping ground, Tallahassee, this past weekend, and the possibilities were endless. I was there for an actual doctor's appointment for Grace, but that didn't stop me from visiting with some dear friends. Time was limited, so I wasn't able to see all of the old friends I'd hoped to see. There were schedules and trips and life happening, and that didn't stop because the Wessons were in town. Nevertheless, I was reminded of how special it is to be in a place of being loved and cared for by a community of people. I was reminded of how good it feels to be with old friends...to laugh at will...to share a thought or a feeling without ridicule. It was good for us to be there.
Then I get back to SC... a place of want; a place where the relationships just aren't there (yet); a place where I am totally dependent on God and that relationship for comfort; a place where I've been stripped of familiarity. I miss calling up a girlfriend for coffee or lunch or dinner or a quick visit...all of which happened while in Tally...
I was even "spotted" as the lady on the news, and I haven't been on the news in Tallahassee in six months. It was fun and endearing.
Brokenness...still working on the word and it's meaning for me right now...just know it's something I'm supposed to experience....
Hmmmm....
Brokenness...
I was in my old stomping ground, Tallahassee, this past weekend, and the possibilities were endless. I was there for an actual doctor's appointment for Grace, but that didn't stop me from visiting with some dear friends. Time was limited, so I wasn't able to see all of the old friends I'd hoped to see. There were schedules and trips and life happening, and that didn't stop because the Wessons were in town. Nevertheless, I was reminded of how special it is to be in a place of being loved and cared for by a community of people. I was reminded of how good it feels to be with old friends...to laugh at will...to share a thought or a feeling without ridicule. It was good for us to be there.
Then I get back to SC... a place of want; a place where the relationships just aren't there (yet); a place where I am totally dependent on God and that relationship for comfort; a place where I've been stripped of familiarity. I miss calling up a girlfriend for coffee or lunch or dinner or a quick visit...all of which happened while in Tally...
I was even "spotted" as the lady on the news, and I haven't been on the news in Tallahassee in six months. It was fun and endearing.
Brokenness...still working on the word and it's meaning for me right now...just know it's something I'm supposed to experience....
Hmmmm....
Brokenness...
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