Mulling It Over

This past weekend I had one of the most fun experiences of my life.  I participated in the Cotopaxi Questival in Atlanta ( https://www.cotopaxi.com/pages/events-questival-home ). A 24 hour scavenger hunt all over the city and state. It was wild. We did things from eating worms, to choreographed dances in public, talking to strangers about llamas on an escalator, hunting Atlanta landmarks, and running into a super cold lake. Cotopaxi is an outdoor gear company who loves llamas and has a bend towards doing social good. And they're also pretty neat.  It was just awesome. Any of the photos or videos you see in this blog came from this weekend. Team Fire Breathing Rubber Duckies But more than just being a lot of fun it was very timely. It was the adventure-style release valve I needed. Because, you see, February has been a very long month. Through various means the Lord has been taking me through a lot of brokenness lately. This past month bei...

About 3 hours into my 15 hour flight from Atlanta to Doha, Qatar I realized the older Indian woman next to me was going to be an issue. I had switched from my original window seat to allow an older family of 3 to sit next to each other, and then given the man that switched with me the aisle seat. He had to sit apart form his three kids, and the aisle seat would put them next to him. It made him more comfortable, and I was happy to oblige. Thought I was starting this deal on the right foot. Little did I know that feet would be the problem. You see, my reward was the continuous game of footsie that this woman played in her sleep. Like an invading army, her feet not only came into my narrow territory, but felt it necessary to connect with my own. Throughout the flight I came to realize just how cuddly this woman was. Spoiler alert, it was a lot. This, coupled with my sinus congestion, and honest lack of desire to be traveling at all had me repeatedly asking the Lord the same ...