Packing for my 6am flight to San Francisco tomorrow. I won't be riding on a trolley car, photographing the Golden Gate bridge or touring Alcatraz while I'm there. Just the boring life of business travel; airport, cab, hotel, meeting room,cab airport, home. Yep, that's it.
The only really great thing about my trip is, God speaks to me in airports. Before you roll your eyes and think I must be off my meds, let me explain.
My life is grand and chaotic. I work around 50 hours a week doing sales and consulting for FranklinCovey. My days and sometimes nights are filled with more phone calls, emails, and client meetings then most people can stand. I have two kids and a husband who expect dinner at least a few nights a week. There are dogs and cats to feed, laundry to do. The family has their meltdowns, excitement, and general expectations of what our life should be and I'm involved in a majority of it. The few hours of sleep I get a night are the only times that my brain and my body rest.
Tomorrow morning around 5:30a.m. my accessibility is almost completely cut off for nearly 48 hours. I get a little giddy just thinking about it.
In the airport and on the plane I think. I dream. I wonder. I ponder. And when I create this space, God creeps into my heart and the middle seat, because he's that kind of guy. He speaks to me through the books I finally get to read, the interesting guy that chats with me in line at the ticket counter, the delayed flight because He thought I needed more time to myself, and the cab driver wisdom on the way to my hotel.
Some of my best ideas and most profound moments have come to me in airports, airplanes, cabs, and hotels when it's just me and God hanging out, travel buddies.
Lately I've been having that itchy, "what if", kind of feeling. That's the one I get just before a new opportunity or idea comes in. I'm excited to see what He has in store for me.