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March 2014

Little Refuge

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Every now and then, we all need a little refuge from the hectic pace of life. We need a quiet place we can go to, a place where our busy minds can take a little rest.

Several months ago, a friend took me to his special place, a place he goes when, he said, he needs to think things through, or pray. Fittingly, the place is called Little Refuge. It is a little country church, nestled in the Georgia foothills, and it really is not very far from my parents Waleska home; the place where I spent the last years of my youth. I had never been to Little Refuge. But it was there all along, this simple and beautiful place of sanctuary. My friend had been there many times. It was the place of worship for his former wife’s family…his family in another life; yet the place still called to him when his mind needed a rest. So he shares it with a few others. I was thankful he shared it with me. And I wondered if I would ever be ready to leave.

The old wooden pews, time-worn floors, old windows and plank walls. Tattered Hymnals, a well read Bible. Soft light filtering in through ancient glass. Everything about the space was simple and beautiful and peaceful. And spiritual. We were the only souls in the building, but I felt the need to show reverence, to whisper; I didn't want to do anything to disrupt the peacefulness of the sanctuary. And when we left, although reluctantly, I felt renewed.

When my busy brain needs a quick respite, I let it go there, to Little Refuge. I wander around that little building, even if only in my mind. I remember the peace I felt there. I don't have to go there physically to talk with God, He is everyplace I am. I go there to pour a balm of peace over my harried mind.

There are other places I go, even when my body is sitting in Cartersville, to rest my mind: I sit on the beaches of Hawaii; I roam the wood-paneled halls of the old Ponce de Leon Hotel in St. Augustine, I sit cross-legged on the cool,tiled floors of the Alhambra in Granada, Spain; I wade along the shores of Lake Allatoona. While I'm there, I reflect on the people I love, the goodness in my life, the mercy and grace I've been given.

So, I encourage you to find time each day to take a little vacation, intentionally seek out a little refuge from the crazy pace of life. It’ll do you some good.

Rest easy.

Much love,

We Are Family


When I went to work for Delta, other employees said to me, “the airline gets in your blood”. It didn’t take long to understand what they were talking about. The airline becomes your Professional Family; co-workers become your extended family and some become close friends. I’ve been away from Delta for a few years now, but it still feels like family to me. Even outside the campus borders and aircraft of your own airline employer, one feels a connection to the employees of other airlines. We understand the dynamics of getting an aircraft in the air…the coordination it takes to depart on time and arrive on the other side of the globe…on time.

And on rare occasion, we have the unenviable, personal understanding of disaster in the air. It is during those times that airline employees across this nation come together to assist the passengers and crews of their sister airlines…in a way that no one else can understand. Every air tragedy is treated as if our own family was onboard the aircraft.

While at Delta, I experienced several:

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Swiss Air
September 11, 2001

In the event of air disaster, Delta trained us on how to act…what to say…what not to say…to the families we assisted. Still, the best training in the world does not prepare you for the emotional leveling of such an encounter.

So today, I’m praying for the passengers onboard the Boeing 777, Malaysia Air Lines flight. I’m praying for peace to cover their families and their friends.

And I’m saying prayers for my airline brothers and sisters, who are on the front lines today and everyday.
Godspeed to each of you. May He protect you and cover you with His mercy, today and always.

Much love,

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