I have to admit to being a little nervous about flying over to Yerington.  I’m not even sure why.  I’ve flown over the Sierras plenty of times.  There is just something about this time.  Maybe it’s the finality of painting the plane.  After painting it goes up for sale almost immediately.  That could be it; I’ve certainly put a lot of myself into this plane, blood, sweat, and yes, sometimes bad words.

Or is there some other reason?

Each time I’ve planned the flight *something* has happened.  First, I caught cold and couldn’t go.  Then the winds kicked up pretty good and I couldn’t go.  Now it looks like the weather is turning and I may not be able to go.  I wonder what our Lord is tyring to tell me?