Part of me didn't think we'd actually go. Something would come up, whether it was the swine flu scare closing airports or something more likely, such as licensing not happening. But here we are.
I think I'm fearing the plane ride more than actually going. Eighteen hours in the air. Miri is normally so wonderfully well behaved, but I get stir crazy on trans-Pacific flights, I can't imagine it as a two-year-old. (Though I did do one at four. I don't really remember it, though.) Airports make me edgy. Travel makes me edgy, actually. I just want to -be- there, don't want to deal with all the tedious mucking about in the space, and time, in between. My family's habit of always being pathologically early doesn't help my psyche when it abuts Nykki's more European time frame. Lord grant me patience for this trip, as I suspect I will need it.
Psalms 40:1-5,11
I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry.2He drew me up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.
3He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord.
4Happy are those who make the Lord their trust, who do not turn to the proud, to those who go astray after false gods.
5You have multiplied, O Lord my God, your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us; none can compare with you. Were I to proclaim and tell of them, they would be more than can be counted.
Do not, O Lord, withhold your mercy from me; let your steadfast love and your faithfulness keep me safe forever.
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