MGM > ATL > SAN

I woke up before the sun today. With twist tied, crossed up knots in my belly I buckled my overalls and zipped up my suitcase, bouncing on my toes as I brushed my teeth, talking to myself as I put on my makeup. They're good, my nerves. A kind of hopeful nervousness, the kind you get when you're expectant of something, not worried.

I met Dixon at the Montgomery airport at 5:45 am, and our flight to leave at 6:50 was delayed until 9:45. We discussed passing time by running up and down the escalators, but ended up playing piano at the coffee shop upstairs instead. He did, not me. I'm lousy at piano. We made it to Atlanta by noon, missing our original connecting flight and practically dragging ourselves from terminal D to terminal A. After finally eating (our last American meal for a bit), a couple came and sat near us at our gate, the woman saying, "Wow, I really think I've seen it all now!" I skipped a part--this was in response to Dixon hanging his Eno from one seat to another in the gate.

We read and slept on the floor and talked to two men that were also going to San Diego about one of their dying fathers who is trying to find the meaning of life and where he's going now. Dixon thinks we were delayed for so long so that he would have the chance to witness to both of them. I think that too.

It's been nearly three hours on this plane now and I've had songs from Hillsong's new album called Wonder stuck in my head. They've been my anthems for this week. My fight songs for surrendering myself to the Holy Spirit to do good work through me. I especially like "Shadow Step"-- light up the way of your heart/ move me like you do the mountains/ move me like you do the wind/ and i'll chase your voice through the dark/ fix my eyes on the unexpected/ in the wonder of your shadow-step