I’m taking a pause in my manic of packing my luggage to blog. Yes, to blog.

I want to remember the minutia tomorrow I’m trying to forget today.

I refuse to use quart-size baggies for my hygiene supplies. A fact which irritates Jim the TSA agent at John Wayne Airport.
I have a mysterious box in my room I refuse to open because I don’t want to try to find space for it’s contents. Box, one day I’ll open you. But today is not your day.
I don’t own a printer. A small detail I’m going to maneuver around tomorrow as I try to print out my notes for GCU’s chapel service.
I need new carryon luggage because my suitcase has seen better days. Way better days.
I don’t have any more travel size hairspray. And for a girl who believes she belongs in Texas where bouffant coifs are all the rage, this is a travesty. A big-haired travesty.
I only have one hand with painted fingernails. The other hand is neglected so this blog can be written.

I want to remember the sound of Matt watching CSI in the living room as I pack my luggage in the bedroom. The tea boiling on the stove. The hum of the clothes dryer. The whoosh of the wind on my window. Because one day I will have a printer, travel sized hairspray, perfectly manicured hair and nails, and I’ll miss the minutia I wanted to forget.

In the minutia of my failures and faults, I find that in and of myself is nothing to glory in. And it’s in the minutia of the miraculous I represent the One who made me just the way I am.

If you’re in the Phoenix area and are free for Grand Canyon University‘s chapel service, come by! It starts at 10:30am and will be part one of two talks. The second talk will be on Tuesday, October 19th at 7:00pm at The Gathering on the GPU campus. 🙂