hunger that weakens (flying out).

Okay, scratch everything. I'll just start from the beginning and see what happens. (Sorry, I guess I'm pretty tired after all...)

Sunday (May 23) was departure day. Exciting! My hair had just been cut, I was still finishing last-minute packing, and then my mom took Michelle to the airport. She got back, we lunched, and then discovered that my dad's flight (as well as ours) was delayed...boo! Well, more than boo--it actually stressed out my mom a decent bit. Thankfully, nothing got too messed up; we would just arrive an hour or two later in Paris on Monday morning than planned, which just meant more waiting time at the Paris CDG airport for Michelle.
It was finally time for my mom and I to go (after I got a quick goodbye call, which was nice :) it's been a while since I've made or received one of those, actually), so Angela dropped us off at the Metro stop, my mom freaked out a little when trying to buy our tickets, and the bus shuttled us to IAH. Got on the plane, we were both feeling alright...my mom slept a bit while I (stupidly, looking back) decided to watch Black Swan. I thought it was an okay movie, but a psychological thriller is not conducive to a very calm flight experience, at least not for me. Stupid idea. Anyway, we both ate, I finished the movie, then tried to sleep without much success. Thankfully, the seat on my other side was empty, so I slept on my mom's lap :) which helped. Unfortunately, we both ended up getting airsick in the end, and it was worse than normal...usually, when we get off the plane, it gets better, but we both still felt sick at the terminal. My mom was a bit better off than me; I was incredibly weak.
To be honest, I don't think I've ever felt weaker in my life than I did in those few hours. It was kind of scary. One of the songs we sang at Rec Week, "Por un destello de tu gloria (For a glimpse of Your glory)," kept repeating in my head. Specifically, these lyrics:
Tengo hambre de ti, de tu presencia, de tu fragrancia, de tu poder
Hambre que duele, que debilita, que desespera por ti

(I hunger for You, for Your presence, for Your fragrance, for Your power
Hunger that hurts, that weakens, that is desperate for You)

I don't quite know why, but it was just stuck in my head. As I sat in the terminal with my mom, miserable and weak, waiting for Michelle to get our dad, I was reminded of my humanity, my depravity. I took it as a gentle thorn and reproof from my loving Father, though it was a thorn that hurt. I need to hunger for Him until it hurts, until it makes me as weak as I was in that airport, until I'm desperate for Him. Because there's nothing else that can even compare, praise God for that. :)