It turns out I should probably accept the fact that I don’t travel well. We are in the middle of a quick trip to Minnesota for a mini- family reunion (on my husband’s side). The last half of the flight involved me spending lots of time negotiating with my stomach. Negotiating that went something like “no barfing, please, no barfing, please no barfing….” And in the middle of that I kept reminding myself that I am friend of God.
Amen!