concrete sky
so much time gets lost in my mind
but I know now what I must rely on
Completely exhausted after a long weekend and two successive nights of sub-par sleep. Diane and I have been mightily congested, whether from allergies or colds or a combination, and it’s not fun. I think it’s truly a sign that we are relatively newlyweds that I can make comments like, “In five years we’ll be remembering this as the first time we got sick together.” Heh. Luke is well, though, which mitigates the situation somewhat.
The wind blows in fearsome gusts today, almost doubling trees over. It can’t help but remind me of days with similar conditions a little over a year ago, when I would drive down to the airport, even though flying was out of the question, and do some cross-country planning or study inside. I remember a couple of times walking down to the shelter under which the planes were stored. They were securely tethered although still exposed to the wind, and I could hear the creaks and strains of their wings against the ropes, and even of the shelter’s steel roof. I would walk into the hanger too and pace around the airplanes stored in there, some more intact than others as they underwent maintenance, running my fingers along the leading edges of the wings and sitting in the cockpit if the doors were unlocked and the seats still present. It would feel more like a past life except for the copious numbers of airplane books that litter our home. There is a longing, but it is a content and patient longing. God provides opportunities and opens and closes doors. I’m so grateful that He does not give us what we think we need, but what we truly need.