With an English twist,
Who would have guessed that the flight landing beside mine today on this gloomy English day, would be, you guessed it, direct from Mexico.
There's something a little uncomfortable about standing in line with a couple dozen people in hospital masks.
That said, after what seemed like a relatively short flight, (I think a fell asleep before take off, and woke up somewhere over Iceland), and a Starbucks, I sit here in Heathrow terminal 5 waiting.
It's a four hour layover and then I'm on my way to the sand soaked land of mosques, pyramids and camels.
Part of me is stoked to head back, there are a lot of good memories in Egypt,
A few friends still remain there and I can't wait to get back into the Sudanese refugee schools,
But there is another part of me that questions why,
My time in Egypt was the most straining, exhausting year of my life, albeit rewarding.
It brought me to God for the first time out of desperation rather than my what my relationship had been in the past.
This is no doubt going to be a healing trip, a somewhat selfish trip, but I know God can still use me none the less.
Whether it's a door closing or an eye opening leg of my trip is yet to be determined but we'll see what God has in store.
For now, it's time to enjoy another flight in cattle class.
Grace, Peace and Blessings,