I’m sitting in the terminal by my gate which is 406 and I
can’t help but look around at all the new faces that I see. I’m absorbing
everything at this point. The girl sitting on my left is doing homework. All I
wanna know is who the heck does homework on Christmas break? Christmas hasn’t
even happened yet! Is it just me?
A lot of
interesting faces, not a single cute soul in the perimeter. I scrunch my nose
with disappointment. In all honesty, I’m not looking for anything. I guess I
just get curious sometimes. God has made is very clear (especially upon the
termination of my last relationship) that he desires complete commitment to a
season of singleness. The funny thing is I honestly have no other options
haha...Doesn’t that sound terrible? But it’s true. I don’t know as many guys as
other girls do in this town. I mean, that makes it sound like I haven’t been
living here for that long, but still. All the guys I know are from church and
if not from church, then through other friends from church. I absolutely love
my friends, so it’s not a matter of being discontent. But in terms of potential
guys to date? I can’t think of one guy I’d want to date…well wait, let me rephrase
that. I can think of a couple of men but the chances of them ever being
interested in me is near to impossible. What can ya do. Most couples I know either met or knew each other from highschool. I however did
not go to public highschool down here, which poses a dating disconnect. Basically?
My guy pool is dinky.
All I’m
really trying to say is that the Lord is going to have to bring a man to me and
I cannot be wasting time looking for him. Because I have wasted a lot of time.
The only thing I can be doing right now is refrain from becoming stagnant and
prepare through my relationship with Jesus. I have no other desires
than to do just that. I love my Jesus, He is all sufficient for me. The best
part? My Jesus loves me more than any man could.
Were in
the air now and I can honestly say take off was the worst experience of my
life. I say that with a lot of exaggeration but at least you get the idea. So
much turbulance, that my palms were wet with sweat gripping the arm rests.
Thankfully the two other people in my row are women, one young and old. My seat
of choice was limited being in section B 12 but regardless, I took an in isle
seat where peanuts would be easily accessible. I already finished my one
pathetic excuse for a bag and have moved on to my bag of pretzels. I really
wish I would have eaten prior to my flight but spending $13 on an airport
sandwhich was out of question.
My seat
also overlooks the wings which puts me directly in the middle of the plane. I
kinda wish I didn’t get such a view because the wings make me nervous. I keep
having to rebuke a million awful scenarios all of which result with the plane
crashing and ultimate death. Whatever happens, happens…but as long as my ginger
ale gets delivered to me we’ll be able to go on from here. I don’t even want to think about
landing…oh my gosh.
Were
almost there. Pray for me. I’m legitimately scared. The only good thing about
this flight is that we get a beautiful view of the sunset.
Here’s to
a new experience,
Dierdre
