I am sitting in Portland’s very nice airport looking at grunge. Well, looking at grunge culture, I suppose. Lots of Birkenstocks and braids if you know what I mean.
We came though some (Hey, was that Ted Danson!?) nasty weather on the way, but the Lord was gracious to get us here safe and sound. Looks like it is about to rain though… northwest… rain… what a shock.
The Lord was gracious to give me non-talkers on my flights. I know that is not very evangelistic of me, but I took it as from Him. I was able to get done a whack of study and pray from Minneapolis to Portland. Having that time was an answer to prayer.
Now it is a bit of wait until my flight to Bend.
Wait, this is sounding like one of those, “This is Where I am Now” posts. Sorry.
P.S. Did I mention my tall decaf latte? It IS the northwest!