At 8 years old I went on a trip with my dad.
My grandma and my brother were there too,
and we flew from Ohio to NYC in a four seater Cessna.
My dad woke me up as we were circling the Statue of Liberty,
and I remember looking out the window just in time to
see her up close.
After landing, the three of us looked around while my dad took care of business.
We were planning on staying the night somewhere in upstate New York...
and I was panicked.
The name of the hotel my dad was planning didn't match anywhere we'd stayed before.
I was sure the place was going to have brown carpet and greasy bedspreads.
In all of my eight years, I could think of nothing worse.
I fumed. I agonized... and instead of taking in the view and all those glorious trees...
I peppered my dad's headset with doubts.
I can still remember it all.
I even remember the look on his face as he listened to my complaints.
He was smiling... and it drove me batty.
But he knew something I was refusing to see:
Everything was alright.
Long story short... we got to the hotel and it was one of the fanciest hotels I have been to
in my life.
You know the stationary you find by the telephones?
I saved it. I never wanted to forget the trip.
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Fast forward twenty years, and apparently I'm still the same girl.
For the past two years I have been agonizing, fuming, and panicking...
all the while peppering God's headset (do those exist?) with my doubts.
And once again, He knew something I was refusing to see.
Everything is (and will be) all right.
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We're starting a new adventure this week.
I'm thinking... less doubt, more gratitude.
Happy Tuesday!
