dreaming big

There is something nostalgic about flying. It gives you time to process where you are going and where you are coming from. Being above everything makes me feel like I can think more clearly.

I learned a few things, while I was high up in the air.

Home is more than just a feeling. Kansas, whether it's my first pick or not, is my home. It makes up who I am. I climbed off the plane in Wichita and braced myself for a winter I hadn't experienced in over a year. Bits of hay gathered in the corners of the staircase I climbed to walk past the fifteen gates that make up the tiny ICT airport. Yep. This is home :)

Cooper and I stayed up late and talked. We giggled under the 4 blankets I insisted on sleeping with in order to feel warm enough. I love having a younger sister. I met my best friends' babies for the first time. Overjoyed to see so much love. Visiting with friends. Playing guitar and singing with my talented friend Adam. Best Chinese food of your life. North face. Puzzles with Papa. Chipotle. Super Target. Music. Visiting the grandparents and aunt and uncle. Driving in my jeep. New Years Eve Day with family. Movies. Showing Rendall around my Wichita life. Double Lattes. Hanging with my broski and Collins. My office ladies. More friends. Laughter. Kissing the parents goodnight every night.

Memories.

Short. Adjustments. Transition. Suddenly I'm already back on a plane, headed back to Maui. Maui. Warm Maui. It's a completely different life. A life that I love so much. Both places are familiar and homey. I can have more than one home, right?

"God is bedrock under my feet,
the castle in which I live,
my rescuing knight.
My God-the high crag
where I run for dear life,
hiding behind the boulders
safe in the granite hideout;
My mountaintop refuge...."
--2nd Sammy 22:1-4

Already in the new year, I have started dreaming BIG dreams. Impossible dreams. I've been a witness to so many things I knew, absolutely knew, were impossible, and seen God turn them into possibilities. Excitement.

Risa