From the Denver airport

I arrived, as advised, a full 2 and a half hours before my departure time. It took me 5 minutes to check my bag, and less than that to get through security. There wasn't a single person in front of me in the non-existent line.

So I am appeasing my many blog fans (Amy and Nadia) by writing here. I don't have many thoughts this morning. I am trying to find out more about the earthquake in Pakistan. I watched CNN on a big screen for a while. I tried to read. I found an Einstein's Bagels and got some breakfast. I always regret eating before a flight, but knowing that never deters me from eating still.

I suppose I am nervous, but about what I'm not sure. The whole idea of this trip still seems somewhat surreal. I just can't imagine being where I am going and doing what I am planning to do. I do know that I have wanted this for a long time. I have wanted something more than life as I know it. I have wanted to see and do that which I can't fathom. And in remembering this want, I remember how personal God is.

This is something that is recurring... my forgetting that God actually cares for me personally. This trip is personal. It, in essence, is something I have deeply longed for. I find myself surprised that the longing might actually be realized. Here I go...