the lone star state, part one

(written in the skies; posted in my hotel)

This is my favorite part of flying: everything below you suddenly becomes Polly Pocket-sized.

We rarely get to see so much of the world, all at once. It is moments like these that reveal God's creation. It is so big, so much bigger than us. We realize just how little we are when we see things from thousands of feet above the ground. Little, but integral. I'll praise Him for that.

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(written from my hotel room)

My first look at Texas was from the sky. The first thing I noticed was how many trucks there were. Truck, truck, truck. The second thing I noticed was how many swimming pools there were. I guess in a climate like Dallas, you can use your pool more than three months out of the year. Does that mean it is always bathing suit season? If so, then thousands of sit-ups are in order for me.

The airport was normal. I'm not sure what I expected, but no one had an accent. No one wore a cowboy hat. Country music was not blasting over the loudspeaker. My taxi driver was Asian and played Christmas music on the radio. Again, no Texas cliches. I wonder how Texans feel when they hear the song "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas."

Now I'm in my hotel room. I'm so blessed. My interview begins in an hour, and I can't wait. At the very least, it is a free trip to the state that almost became a country earlier in history, and a great chance to practice my being-a-big-girl abilities.

Yep. A big girl.