worth it.

Years ago, I flew weekly for work. I boarded planes without trepidation. Until, one flight changed my carefree attitude. I’ll never forget it: we were flying from Houston to San Francisco when one of the plane’s engines caught on fire {and I SAW the smoke}. Following instructions from the pilot, I found myself praying a desperate pray through tears while in “brace position” {head ducked and arms crossed, gripping the seat in front of me}, listening to voices of the flight attendants shouting “BRACE!” over and over. We landed safely but I knew flying would never look the same for me.

These days, my palms are sweaty and my breathing is shallow the entire time we are in the air. And, without fail, time moves infinitely slower than it ever does when my feet are steady on land. Let me tell you, when your hands are cramping from gripping the arm rests tightly, you would really appreciate it if time would pass a little more quickly.

Yet, sometimes. Sometimes, you just have to look fear in the eye and turn it over to God. You have to put one foot in front of the other and face the thing that scares you the most in the world. Because, otherwise, you’d miss it: the celebrations, the memory-making, the joy.

This past weekend, I faced my fear once again. Charlotte and I boarded a plane to go and visit my family in Florida for the first birthday celebration of my sweetie-pie niece, Addi. We soaked up every moment.

Yes, my child snagged the birthday cake from the birthday girl. This does not surprise anyone who knows me. Clearly, we share the same DNA.

As always, I was reminded that if I let fear take over, I will miss out on the good things awaiting me. Although the two hours in the air were LONG, I wouldn’t have wanted to miss a single moment from this weekend.

**Meanwhile, this was happening back at the farm {Dave is slightly excited about the 4th of July}…

Have a wonderful week, friends!