When traveling, schedule changes are inevitable—but little did I know how much mine would change in order to get to Spain. I should be in Detroit right now waiting to board a flight to Philadelphia, then Madrid then Sevilla. But, I’m here listening to Raleigh bark at the neighbor’s dog and watching the snow fall. I know an absurd amount of snow is falling in Hillsdale—whose classes are canceled for the first time in 17 years—because I got a voicemail message from the administrator. I had only woken up minutes before to my sister’s phone call, telling me to stay in the house because there’s a threat of a gunman in Marquette and NMU, MSHS and many public buildings are closed.     

My flights were all canceled, my school is encouraging kids to stay put, my city’s basically shut down: apocalyptic, anyone?

It’s been a strange morning.

Meanwhile, I’ll just continue to totter about my house, re-packing the ridiculous suitcase that threw out my back yesterday. Plans for Spain are as follows: fly out of da U.P. on Friday, out of Detroit on Saturday and land in wonderful Sevilla (or as the airline people said, “Sevilia”) on Sunday! Finally.

Psalm 71:5 ” For you have been my hope, Sovereign LORD, my confidence since my youth.”

I’d like to refer way back to my youth here, just like David. At the ripe, old age of 21 I’m sure it’s reasonable…and I can just hear some of people I know laughing right now.