The Last Time I Flew...8/15/2013
We've all heard that old saying "life comes full circle." As I traveled back to Omaha to visit friends and family this past week, I truly identified with that saying. I drove in to Omaha with mom and James' Uncle Dave. Mom and I decided that we would celebrate her birthday for an entire week, starting off with her driving down to visit me here in Dallas. I returned to Omaha with her to visit for a few days and then flew back to Dallas. As soon as I saw that familiar green sign that read "Nebraska, The Good Life" I was overwhelmed with nostalgia. Our first stop once we arrived in Nebraska was to Wal Mart. The nostalgia grew when I saw something that I haven't seen in a while: Husker gear. Something about the sight of that Red and White makes me feel at home and at ease. I spent the next few days driving around my old stomping grounds and reminiscing about fun times with friends and loved ones. I enjoyed seeing a few changes that had taken place in Omaha since I'd been gone. I guess you could say that the trip home was a huge stroll down memory lane. However, I found myself most nostalgic when I was flying back to my new home.
My "full circle" moment hit me as I sat on the plane staring out the window (I must have a window seat whenever I fly *cues "Window Seat" by Erykah Badu*) I couldn't help but ask myself "when was the last time I was on a plane?" When I realized that it was two years ago, all I could do was smile. The last time I flew was in May of 2011. At the time my marriage was in shambles and consequentially, so was my heart. I remember crying incessantly as I stared out of the window. Mom and I were on our way to Montreal, Canada to celebrate our church's 25th anniversary. The scenery outside of my window was absolutely breathtaking; but the scenery of my life at that time was a painful disastrous mess that I could not bare to face. I was in more pain than I had ever been before; that pain crept up from my heart and forced its way out of the wells of my eyes. I remember mom grabbing my hand as she watched me cry, tears dropping beneath my big black sunglasses.
Just two short years later, I sit once again staring out of the plane window. This time there are no tears...well maybe a few tears of JOY. There is no more sadness in my heart; only love and happiness. It still blows my mind that God has done such a great work in such a short amount of time. He really has turned my mourning to joy. To anyone who is currently in pain and feeling like they will never be free of that pain, I hope you find encouragement in my story. I hope you realize that God's grace is sufficient for the brokenhearted. I hope you understand that God specializes in turning nothing into SOMETHING. I hope you don't ever give up or let go of that dream that you have. Most of all I hope you never underestimate the power of God because he makes ALL things beautiful in time. Don't ever forget that ... HE makes ALL things beautiful ... in time.