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I Was Never Going to the Airport

What’s the best and worst airport you’ve been to?

I have never met a good airport.

I have never met a bad one either.

An airport is a door.

Who stands in the doorway admiring the hinges?

Looking through my photographs, I realized something.

Even when I was standing inside the airport, I was looking out.

At the skyline.

At the mountains.

At the planes.

At whatever might be waiting beyond the glass.

I guess I’ve never been particularly interested in what I’m going through.

I’m interested in where I’m going.

We spend so much of our lives on our way somewhere.

But I am never truly in the waiting.

My mind has already left.

And I never arrived at the airport.

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Hi, I’m Teresa—Jesus-loving, absolutely the worst at showing it sometimes, and still figuring it all out one stumble at a time. Jesus is the Author. I’m just living the draft. This blog isn’t about having it all figured out. It’s about letting the red pen hit the page. It’s about edits, grace notes, and re-learning what I thought I already knew. It’s about becoming. It’s about trusting that the Author knows how to finish what He started—even when the pages feel messy. And it’s about walking with others who are still growing too. Crawling. Crying. Singing off-key. But moving—by grace.
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    mylittlehawk

    “Who stands in the doorway admiring the hinges?” Well said!

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