Airports.

     So I am sitting here in the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport awaiting the Angola Team to return.  I drove with Aaron Stinson up here from Jacksonville, FL to see them return.  As of right now, 8:24pm no sign of them, but praying that they will be here soon.

     Airports are crazy places.  I love them, but they are indeed insane palces.  Peopl going; people leaving.  Tensions high.  Muscles relaxed as loved ones re-unite.  I love these hubs of bustling action.

     As I wait for the arrival of the team there is a knot or some uneasyness inside my chest.  I'm just waiting for the team to turn the corner to where they will become visible for me to relax.  But until then I'm tense.

     This trip has been a ...Chris, husband of one of the girls on the team just called and the plane landed.  It's 8:28pm.  Praise the Lord!  Uneasyness residing.  Such great news...  The trip was full of turmoil and rough patches.  Yet I believe it was full of amazing times and changes that rocked the team's world.  That's what I hope and pray.  My processing of all of this has been mixed.  But I just have to come back to Romans 12:15, "Rejoice with those who rejoice; weep with those who weep."

     Praise the Lord we returned safely to Jacksonville; everyone is pretty wiped out, though.  Got to hear from some of the members who traveled back in the car I was in.  Cannot wait for you guys to hear from the team.  It's going to be great!