In the past 2 months, I've run through a wide range of thoughts in my professional and personal (read spiritual) life. I've acted on some and am now acting on one that is sure to be memorable.
The circumstances have led me to this terminal, D7, at DFW airport as I wait for the unknown in the midst of so many unknowns soon to be known.
One of my former players (JD) is waiting in Houston for his flight to Managua and we will be using baseball the next few days to preach the gospel and if necessary, we'll use words.
What seemed like a sure thing a few weeks back came all unraveled as the host of the events we were going to conduct pulled out in the last 18 hours. So, our team (Phil & Lisa Davis, Bob O., and Justin (JD) were trying to figure out should I stay or should I go.
Our first instinct was to bail, but I'm reminded most times the hard thing is the thing. At least in my case, comfort is what I seek and this is anything but comfortable. After breakfast with Phil, talking with God and Cory, it became evident we were still a go. Plus, eating $470 of airfare seemed so unDutch-like. Of course, the good Dutchman isn't spending that much on a flight anyway.
Turn in your card, poser!
So, stage one is loading up 2 giant bags of baseball equipment on to Avianca's luggage belt, slowly working through TSA's line, and waiting to board an airline I've never heard of in order to be stretched to new lengths.
This is the great adventure!
6 stitches last night further clouding the trip!
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