Airports.

There is somethings about airports that I love and somethings about airports that I dislike. But, in general airports are my happy place. 

This may sound odd, I know but it's true. I love airports. I love the excitement of traveling and adventures, the excitement of getting on an airplane, the joy of putting my cell phone away for a couple of hours just so I can breathe and experience. I also love airports because sometimes when you arrive at them you pick people up such as family and friends. My heart gets excited when I pull up to Baggage Claim because typically that means I'm picking someone up and about to have a good time.

But, there is another side to airports. Somethings that I dislike. For example, dropping off people at the airport. It can be scary some days, I know but sometimes letting go is what you have to do. I hate to think about this side and don't really want to go into it now but I do know that this side doesn't bring me joy, happiness, or adventure.

I know you are probably wondering why I am blogging about airports, I mean seriously Meghan what's your problem, girl? But, this is why:

Have you ever been frustrated/mad at something you can't do anything about?

For example, I can't drive until I'm 16 or something crazy like that.

Well, that was me a few weeks ago. Frustrated and angry. I couldn't understand why I was being punished for being young. For being looked down upon and for not being able to hang out with my best friend because I wasn't 18. [nothing illegal was happening...just putting that out there] Here I had the longest day of my life, struggling with everything and the one time I need my best friend she is in town. Yay! But, no. Age hits me once again. And it's not her fault, not mine, not the Lord's. In fact it's no one's fault. It's society. I decided to drive out to the airport that night. I turned off my cell phone, told no one where I was going, and took an adventure of my own. I wasn't scared at all which was a first but I learned so many things that night. I drove around the airport for a good thirty minutes up, down, and all around. I finally parked my car in a parking lot and sat there, opened my Bible, worship music playing in the background, and journaling about my life. As I watched planes take off, I felt like I could breathe more. I felt free. 

"Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." {1 Peter 5:7}

That night, I felt Jesus lift my heart. And oh, how it was amazing. I needed Jesus. I needed life. I needed him to show me he was there. And there he was, right there.

Let me continue to share how Jesus has been working in my life lately, showing me that he is so faithful.

[this connected to my life--sorry if it didn't make sense]