I’m sitting in the Columbia, SC Metro Airport (which, up until a month ago, I didn’t even know existed). Just wrapped up this year’s South Carolina Symposium on Quality Care. Now I’ve got two hours to kill in a very nice but very dead airport. I’ll probably make my way over to the restaurant for a sandwich and some March madness in just a bit.
Right now, I had to sit and decompress. I think, after five years of making these trips and giving these talks, I’ve realized how tiring they are and how lonely they make me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not because I don’t have amazing family and friends. It’s just that, when you’re sitting all alone in a strange airport, they are so far away and you appreciate them so much. Giving this talk is kind of like ripping old scabs off. It hurts but it gives me great healing as well. I get strength from knowing that Josh’s story is touching somebody and bringing some positive change.
I’m still tired though–mentally, not physically–from thinking these thoughts, feeling these emotions and telling this story. Can’t wait to get back home to my kids and snuggle next to Lisa on the couch. It’s God’s way of reminding me how completely He heals…and how good He is at it.
That sandwich is calling my name now. Better get a little food before the mad rush at the gate (that’s a joke). Probably another 20 seater airplane. At least I know it’s taking me home.