I’ve always loved airports. I personally grew up in airports between moving, visiting family, and seeing my dad. And every time, I go in there and I see hundreds of people walking all different directions. I don’t know where the guy on the left is going, or who the old woman behind me just said goodbye to, but we are all GOING. Some are for good reasons, some are not. But we are going. Something new awaits the moment our plane touches down. Some new adventure God has already written that we are simply arriving to experience.