I'll fly away

So my friend Niki and I were on the phone yesterday and we decided to go ahead and book flights for ourslelves. She is coming to Indy to help me through the first anniversary of losing Kyle, (which I cannot put into words how much that means to me) and I'll be flying out to Denver to spend Christmas and New Years with them again this year. I'm really excited about going out there. I've always wanted to go back to Colorado, and I get the added bonus of spending two weeks with some of my favorite people in the world!
The only problem I forsee is a fear of being hurled through the air at a thousand miles an hour 100 miles above the earth's surface. Of course I'm speaking of the actual experience of flying. I think the fear is my own fault.... the first time I flew was from Little Rock, AR to Canberra, Australia. Spending 23 hours getting on and off of air planes was not the way to initiate a newbie into the love of aviation.
But it's not just the flying I don't like... I don't like the confusion of airports. I'm a bit of a worrier, so you can imagine how the thought of going through security checkpoints and luggage claim and boarding and finding the correct gate and terminal and... and... and.... And you know in the name of not profiling they'll pick out my cute little blonde headed, blue eyed self ~ okay big blonde headed, blue eyed self as a target for a more personal search technique. AAUUUGGGHHHH!!!!
So, I've got 4 months to stress. Pray for my peace of mind, or that I'll atleast keep a piece of my mind through the experience.


Thank you, Lord, for blessing me with the resources to fly out to CO, and for the reasons I'm going. Thank you for Niki and Benny and their kids I can't wait to see. Bless them. God, please give me a calmness about the journey to which I look forward.