Thoughts from the sky

I'm on an airplane flying way across the world.

I've been on it for I don't know how long now.

Last night, I climbed into my cozy window seat, ready for sleep—not a meal. 

However, 1-something AM found me thanking the Lord for my cheesecake/pudding cup thing (being the tastiest part of the meal by far), my extra blanket, and the empty seat between me and the nice Australian lady.

If there's a comfortable way to fly for 14 hours, this is it.

And so I fell asleep a very thankful passenger.

I woke up about an hour and a half ago, with a Thousand Foot Krutch song playing in my mind and a violent urge to listen to it for real.

Out came the MP3 player, and for some reason listening to that song brought about the same feeling that I get when I eat a spoonful of peanut butter after being slammed with a crazy craving for it.

These things are inexplainable. 

I've been waiting for it to get light outside the window, but a moment or two ago I realized that pretty much no matter where we are at any given part of this flight, it will still be dark.

Time zones are confusing things.

So I press my forehead against the window and admire the clouds glowing in the moonlight. At least until the realization dawns on me that I'm being that person who leaves a smudge on the window that someone has to clean off later; that's when I move my head to an upright position.

Being one of the only people awake a large airplane with lots of people gives you a lot of opportunity to think about things. I guess if I were a really serious kind of person, I'd think about deep, serious things the whole way.

But I'm Chelsea, and my brain hops around.

I've been thinking the most about how blessed I am right now. (I've already described my flight arrangements).

Also, I don't feel anxious about all the new experiences I'm about to have as I had back at the airport. Maybe that will return once we land, but for now I'm just happy and excited. 

I'm also thankful for the 6 (...I think..) hours of sleep that I was able to get.

And for the fact that I'm not nearly as restless sitting in this seat as I thought I would be. Usually I can't sit for more than an hour without going nuts.

God's hand is all over this. 

I can just imagine him holding us in the air like we were a little toy airplane.

So, so thankful :)

Due to lack of wifi, I will be posting this sometime after I'm off the plane.

I have no idea when I'll get the opportunity.

I just thought it would be fun to capture my thoughts in a unique setting like this and I hope you were amused by reading them. :D

Written by Chelsea  at who-knows-what-time on either July 24 or 25, 2013.

Time zones are confusing things.