Sitting in the terminal, I absorbed the orchestra of random music all around me. The steady rhythm of luggage wheels on the tile floor, the jet engine noises echoing up the jetway, frantically toned interactions among the delta personnel and confused passengers-to-be, the almost palpable anxiety of those eager to bring their Christmas gifts home. Finally, my plane to Atlanta boarded. Though some of the sounds changed and the space went away, the constant commotion remained. It was in the midst of all this hullabaloo that I met Plane Heather. I call her Plane Heather—and not because she's plain. No, no. Quite the contrary. She's more like pepperoni or cranberry chicken...or something else, but certainly not plain. However, for whatever reason, Plane Heather has stuck in my mind. I came up with it (not to make it sound so brilliant or anything) when I was getting her myspace link. I named the text file, that's right, you guessed it: Plane Heather. Anyway, I quite enjoyed talking with her! Here, just a month after I went gallivanting off to Austin, she went gallivanting off to Seattle. We also share the same age: 23 (a number which has practically been copyrighted by Nike...I hope I don't owe them anything for mentioning it here). We exchanged stories and experiences we have encountered thusfar on our merely month-old journeys into the unknown life that lies ahead of us. What an exciting time! Though, I can see on the horizon and already feel a growing desire deep within me to leave all the excitement behind and achieve some sort of stability (if the Lord wills). It seemed to me that Plane Heather was beginning to experience some of the same. It was just really awesome in this joyous season in which we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, to see more evidence of Him at work. I am convinced that God is executing His will all around us, through us, and in spite of us. Life is what we allow God to make it.