find me here.

Waiting in an airport for five hours to go home I met with God.

I have listened to Nichole Nordeman's "Lay it Down" exactly 50 times this week. The chorus is still repeating,

"Lay it down a little
Lay it down a lot
I don't want to hold it anymore
Lay it down in pieces
Lay it down in whole
Everything I've carried on my own
Lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down"

This is not a culmination of only one event, it is the culmination of my life with Him.

With crayons I wrote Him a letter and humbled myself as a daughter. Not as student, employee, or disciple. It's embarassing to cry in a crowded airport. He answered me and I was overwhelmed. I was suddenly aware that the risen Christ was with me there in John Wayne airport. So for 2 hours I sat with Him and listened to his heart.

My self is defined in this: I am one loved by God.