It is 7:00 p.m. still Canadian time. We are sitting in the departure lounge at the Vancouver International Airport. Our flight leaves in forty-five minutes.
It seems already like it has been a long day. The morning went by in a bit of a haze – celebrating at three Eucharists, sharing so many quick farewells and then being driven out to the airport for our short flight over to Vancouver.
I spent all of this morning wondering if it was wise to make this trip. My journey with kidney stones this past week knocked a lot of energy out of my system. I was concerned about the residual pain that seemed to be lurking in my gut. I had a constant headache and felt tired and still a little befuddled. Was it really sensible to embark on a fifteen hour flight to distant New Zealand in such a condition?
But since we have been strolling around the airport here in Vancouver, I have felt stronger than I have in six days. My body feels remarkably healthy all of a sudden and the trip seems less daunting than it did even a few hours ago.
I know there have been waves of good will, love, and prayer surrounding us as we have gone through this week. It seems already to be having a good effect.
Just been called to board. So off we go!