This is the song I've been singing in my head for the past two days. Because there is nothing more exciting than getting on a plane. It almost doesn't matter where you are headed because the fact is, you're getting on a plane and going somewhere. That alone makes it exciting. Adventure in the wind, if you will.
My adventure for the weekend is the Hillsong Colour Conference, with a whole bunch of women from my church. I only know a handful of them and don't know most of those terribly well. But I'm being brave and going to a foreign city with people I don't know to spend time in a room....well...arena, with thousands of women I don't know. I think 'overwhelmed' is going to be in my emotional future! But I am excited. One of the speakers is Sheila Walsh, whose music I listened to as a teen.
In the meantime I am reduced to repetitive
begging praying about a job application in the school where I did my rounds late last year. The perfect job: Prep (my absolute favourite) classroom teacher in a Christian school. Truly, this is the position for which my heart beats. I spoke to the HR girl this morning, whom I know from my previous church and she assured me the wheels are just turning slowly. And I am only competing with 14 other people. If you are the praying type I would appreciate all the prayers you have to spare. For God's favour and for this job, which would be the most precious and beautiful gift and a perfect way to begin my teaching career.
Well....here I go. The trip to the airport will take longer than the flight! But I have a new handbag to keep me company....