At one point in December ….the last day of the month…
I was sitting in an airport trying to make sense of what was to come in 2012.
You never imagine the last day of the year you’ll find yourself camping out in an airport. But I did. I ‘love’ the idea of flying more than I do the ‘reality’ of flying. But this trip was special. I love the significance of meaningful things being born in the air. Creativity looks attractive on me in the sky… here’s proof.
Know Jesus…Know peace.No Jesus …No peace.
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