While running through Memphis International Airport yesterday, I thought it would be a good thing to make my connection. I was disappointed I couldn't grab lunch at one of the BBQ restaurants on the concourse, but with a 15-minute layover (thanks to Mother Nature delaying take off from LaGuardia), the only things we had time to do were pee and get our cardio workout (not simultaneously). Doors closed behind us as my work colleagues and I boarded and surprisingly, our luggage made the connection, too.
And then we waited. For about an hour on the tarmac. Finally wheels were up and we were on a roller coaster of a ride. I've noticed with age my stomach has become weak. I sucked up feelings of nausea with each dip, bump and sway of the plane, all the while repeating my mantra ("Planes don't fall out of the sky") and knowing He's watching over. We safely landed.
Fast forward to 1:00 a.m. Big storm rolled in and for the next hour, the most sensational storm I've experienced while living in Tallahassee lit up the sky. I've lived through hurricanes and tropical storms but have never been through anything with continuous lightening for about an hour.
While the wind howled, my hide-out spot was picked out (bathroom) in case I heard a "train" signifying a tornado. I thought I heard it at least twice but realized it was just the wind screaming through the cracks of my windows. Rain pelted the window for a while, either that or it was hail. Thunder cracked with authority. And then there was an eerie silence blanketing the darkness. I looked at my clock and it was 2:01 a.m.
Although I love my bed, I would have traded it for a night of peace of mind.
Now that I'm back, I have blogs to read, posts to catch up on and emails to respond to...