I am sitting on the plane on my ride back to San Francisco for class tomorrow. Which means I survived my first full week of the back-and-forth semester. I was initially concerned about the flying. I don’t do tremedously well on plane rides. I have peobably taken at least two flights a month for the past three years, and yet I never get more used to it. I decided a year ago that I cannot say I love the Lord and live for him and then cry and turn on my cell phone to say my goodbyes when some turbulence hits. ( I am a little embarassing.) I chose to implement more faith in my life in all areas, and use every flight as an opportunity to exercise my trust in Him.