I’m on my way back from Mexico. Guadalajara, in the state of Jalisco, specifically.
I wrote this post over a week ago on Sunday afternoon. I didn’t know if I would have time to post anything while I was hurtling through the air in a cylindrical tube at five hundred miles per hour thirty thousand feet above the earth.
I have flown before, but given the nature of aging and how it seems to affect me, I’m probably either grasping the armrests for dear life or tussling with a height-challenged individual for the occupation of the water closet.
Today, I had a layover in Houston for eleven hours. Yes, you heard me right. Eleven hours. We flew out of Mexico this morning at the crack of dawn, 7:00 a.m. It was a two-hour and nineteen-minute flight. This flight from Houston to Tulsa is only one hour and twenty-eight minutes. But to get there any sooner would have cost hundreds more. So, a layover it is.
If you knew I was going to Mexico and prayed for me, thank you.
For anyone who didn’t know, I went to be a part of a mission trip and ended up preaching.
This post has been scheduled since September 24, so hopefully, there wasn’t a plane crash or some other unfortunate mishap that caused me to miss posting any other stories.
I know this for sure; I have missed my wife and sons, and I can’t wait to see them again. I asked my wife to bring the boys when she picked me up from the airport. I know it will be late, but I expect to be greeted with exclamations of joy — and innumerable hugs and kisses.
to my family,
– Caleb
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