Space-A Flight #5: Charleston, SC to JBSA Lackland/Kelly Airfield, San Antonio

Posted on Mar 8, 2015

Here we are . . . only the Lord and the pilot of this aircraft know how many feet in the sky . . . and on a Space-A flight. This time we are headed to Lackland AFB, which is right outside San Antonio, TX.

Our trek began this morning by departing our home at 4:45 AM and driving to Pope Airfield as it is only fifteen minutes from our home. Here was our ultimate plan:

  • 5:30 AM roll call from Pope AFB, NC to Charleston AFB, SC
  • 9:15 AM roll call from Charleston, AFB to Lackland AFB, TX
  • Get rental car and drive to McAllen, TX
  • Stay with my sister and brother-in-law, Kathy and Mark, until Monday, March 10th, as they are spending the winter in Weslaco, Texas
  • Spent the night in McAllen on March 10th
  • Fly out on AA on award flights back into Fayetteville, NC, Tuesday, March 11th (got those flights for only 12.5K miles per person)

Well, we drove to Pope at O’ Dark-Thirty, and the terminal appeared pretty dark. Bryan went inside and there was a fellow who told him that it wasn’t open yet. So he returned to the car, and about five minutes later, three men in AF jumpsuits pulled up beside us and explained that the flight had been pushed to the right (tomorrow).

Bryan and I decided to risk it and see if we could make it to Charleston before the 9:15 AM roll call. We figured that the worst thing that could happen is that we end up missing the flight, and we’d get to spend a lovely day in Charleston. 🙂 Our GPS showed that we had twenty-five minutes to spare, so we sped here (term used VERY loosely), lol, and arrived at 9:12 AM! Praise the Lord!

There were 54 seats available, and we were two of three people wanting to go on this flight, so we made it! After checking in, Bryan ran outside to move our car about two blocks away into the long-term parking while I hung out in the terminal.

That is when they informed us that the flight would be taking off at 2:30 PM. Okay . . . typical “hurry-up-and-wait” military fashion. Not a big deal, HEY! We’re getting a FREE flight!!!

An employee approached me and said that Bryan and I could wait in the “Special Privileges Lounge” when we were finished checking in. It didn’t really compute what that meant until I went to check it out. VERY NICE!! I guess if you’re a certain rank you’re allowed to wait in there. Being the only people in that set of rooms, I took a nap on the leather, and might I add, very comfy sofa! This was AWESOME! Even though our recoveries are coming along amazingly well, my back can still get rather achy at times after many hours of travel and not much movement. I had the best hour and a half nap. What a blessing!

About 1:30 PM, a big pick-up truck came to escort us to the aircraft. Upon driving the 500 or so yards to the plane, we were told that it would be another half hour, so they drove us back to the terminal.

Here we go again . . . back into a huge pick-up and we were driven to the C-17. An airman grabbed our bags, we walked up the flight of steps into the cavernous, empty area, and each took our seat up against the perimeter of the wall.

We are prepared for a 3.5 hour flight. Everyone is given a set of earplugs as it is pretty loud in here. Passengers do not have any restrictions as to movement, wearing seatbelts, activities, etc. When my grandkids traveled on one of these flights quite a while ago, they played kickball down the center of the craft with the children of the only other family on board!!! Can you imagine?

It is not unusual to see people pull out bedrolls and make themselves nice and comfy on the floor.

What can I say about Space-A travel? It is a blessing, a privilege, and quite the adventure! You never really know if you’re taking off or not until that plane is up in the air.

By the way, I was granted the surprise opportunity to sit up in the cockpit for the last half hour before landing!!! It was a beautiful and exciting ride!

Isn’t life grand?

Lisa 🙂

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Travel Log

Posted on Feb 19, 2015

This is a page wherein Bryan and I wanted to document our travels since his retirement!




  • 5th – November 18th: Stayed in Sosua, Dominican Republic! We were scheduled to stay until December 7th, but had to return to the States early due to the auto accident.


  • 18th: Traveled to the US so Lisa could have spinal surgery on the 21st
  • 25th: Went to Cary to stay with the Medinas for Lisa’s convalescence


  • 7th: Returned to Fayetteville, NC in order to continue recovering from the accident
  • Many trips back and forth to Cary, NC



  • 23rd: Drove to Florida in prep to board cruise . . . stayed at the Fairfield Suites in Titusville, FL . . . used hotel points: NO $$$
  • 24th – 29th: CRUISE!!! Royal Caribbean . . . inside cabin . . . $660 grand total (includes taxes/fees) . . . received $175 shipboard credit
  • 30th – February 1st: Stayed over in Orlando to meet Scott’s parents and aunt/uncle. Stayed at Westgate Lake Resorts for three nights and because we committed to attend a timeshare presentation! LOL! BEAUTIFUL one-bedroom studio for a grand total of $69!!!


  • 1st: Returned home from Florida
  • 6th: Drove to Sanford to have lunch with Brooke and kids and to take the grandkids home with us for the weekend! <3
  • 8th: Returned to Sanford to meet with Brooke, James, and Abraham to drop the grandkids back off with them. We loved having them with us! Went to Monkey Joe’s, baked brownies, played outside. 🙂
  • 16th–19th: Headed to Vero Beach, FL to escape the cold of the Carolinas!!! Stayed at Springhill Suites for the nice cool sum of some points we had accrued previously!
  • 22nd-25th: We went up to Cary to spend time with the Medinas!


  • 4th – 10th: Caught Space-A to Texas to visit Kathy & Mark! Took commercial flight home by utilizing AA points. 🙂
  • 13th – 15th: Cary, NC, to join Brooke at her church’s Women’s Conference!
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The Journey

Posted on Feb 13, 2015

There once was a man, Earnest, who sincerely wanted to work for a well-reputed company in a distant country that his friend, Greasy Grace (who had more than earned his nickname), had told him about. This appeared to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity replete with excellent benefits and an amazing retirement package. Greasy sat down with him and told him how he should prepare. It seemed pretty straightforward, and Earnest took the necessary steps for the journey. He was getting more excited with each passing day!


Finally, the day had come, and Earnest jubilantly boarded the ship. After a few days on the seas, it came time to disembark. He strolled off the pier towards the representative who was ready to look at the young man’s documents and grant passage into the new land.


Earnest reached into his waistcoat, pulled out his passport, and handed it to the patient agent. “Okay, this all looks in order, Sir, now how about your visa and shot records”? Feeling a constricting band of nervousness begin to form around his neck, the young man told the representative that he did not know he had to have those!


“Well, of course, you need to have a visa and the required shots, Sir! You will need to get right back on that boat and leave this country at once; as of this moment, you are here illegally!” Earnest attempted to tell the now toe-tapping agent that he simply didn’t know of these additional items needed and would take care of all those things right away if he would only allow him temporary entrance into his promising new future.


The man behind the podium signaled behind him for someone to escort Earnest off the dock. The security guard grabbed his arm and roughly led him towards a lone boat waiting in the murky mist and said, “This is the only one going out for days. It’s either this or the ocean, my friend.” Earnest’s mind was reeling as his once “golden opportunity” was turning into a dramatic nightmare at an alarming and escalating speed.


Captain Beezle E. Bubb greedily looked at the newbie being pushed his direction and declared, “Now, there’s no need to harm the lad. I’ll take him off your hands fer ya!” Earnest felt a strong shove, and there he was . . . on the boat’s deck with the scroungy, makeshift Captain with eyes so dark you felt like you just might fall inside and never come out if you dared look too long.


Captain Bubb came and put his arm around Earnest’s shoulders and said with a terrifyingly low voice, “Now, now, son, you’ll always have a home with me. I promise to take care of you.” Shivers went down his spine as he was being led down farther and farther into the ship’s hull. Waves of heat were bearing down on him, and he began to feel a terror creep up that seemed to know no bounds. “What is happening?” he cried out within himself. “How could my beautiful future be crumbling so quickly before me?”


At last a door was opened to a boiler room and with a rough push, Earnest found himself squarely planted in the midst of thousands who were nothing but mere skin and bones chained to their seats of torture. The smell was acidic and the heat so overbearing that he repeatedly thought he was going to faint. The looks of anguish on each face told the story of their fate without one word being spoken. A gory-looking taskmaster came and with no small amount of gentleness grabbed Earnest’s wrists and chained them to an oar. Next came his ankles which were claimed by lower circles of scorching metal that seemed to sear his skin to the bone.


In an instant, Earnest knew that he was to never escape this torturous hell that he found himself in. How did this happen??? His mind wanted to scream, “This isn’t fair,” but he knew that anything he said would be swallowed by the heaving waves of heat that were burning his throat and eyes.


That’s the end of the allegory for now. I sat down to write a blog this morning, and instead I was inspired to illustrate with the above story. My hope is that it captures  . . . for lack of better words . . . the “greasy grace” approach that we oftentimes take as believers when it comes to guiding others in the things of God or even as applied to our own lives.


My own salvation experience began when I was eleven years old, and I found myself at a Billy Graham Crusade in Albuquerque, NM. As Billy Graham stood before thousands of people in that auditorium, I desperately began to want to know this Jesus who could save me from a very real hell. Yes, I was scared into heaven, so to speak. I truly didn’t want to live an eternal death, and I equally as much wanted to experience heaven one day, and the path was laid out oh so clearly for my youthful heart. Since then, my relationship with God has grown and grown.


My concern today is that it appears that there’s a great campaign going on to catatonically lull many into a false sense of security by promises of a grand future, but the truth not necessarily emphasized. Passages such as the following are loudly trying to get attention, but the “grace” factor seems to be gaining ALL the fame without the balance of relationship and holiness. While God is a merciful God, we must also recognize that He is also a righteous judge.


14Blessed are those who wash their robes, so that they may have the right to the tree of life, and may enter by the gates into the city. 15Outside are the dogs and the sorcerers and the immoral persons and the murderers and the idolaters, and everyone who loves and practices lying (Revelation 22:14-15).


“As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. 10 If you keep my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in his love. 11 I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. 12 My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command (John 15:9-14).


“At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom. Five of them were foolish and five were wise. The foolish ones took their lamps but did not take any oil with them. The wise ones, however, took oil in jars along with their lamps. The bridegroom was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.


“At midnight the cry rang out: ‘Here’s the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!’ “Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps. The foolish ones said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.’ “‘No,’ they replied, ‘there may not be enough for both us and you. Instead, go to those who sell oil and buy some for yourselves.’ 10 “But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived. The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet. And the door was shut. 11 “Later the others also came. ‘Lord, Lord,’ they said, ‘open the door for us!’ 12 “But he replied, ‘Truly I tell you, I don’t know you.’ 13 “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour (Matthew 25:1-13).


10Straightening up, Jesus said to her, “Woman, where are they? Did no one condemn you?” 11She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “I do not condemn you, either. Go. From now on sin no more (John 8:10-11).


What’s the problem then, and why am I even bringing this up? Similar to the allegory above, how many people are headed to a certain doom because Christians were afraid to delve into and address another’s walk with the Lord? I’ve heard the lament, “Well, we have to get them into church and then we don’t want to scare them away after they get here!” True . . . but how much better would it be for someone to fully know what God desires out of a relationship (love, obedience, faith, repentance, change, etc.) than to one day reach the end of their life and hear the words, “Depart from Me for I never knew you”?


How is it that loving correction has now gained the title of “hate speech”? Last I knew, when my parents corrected me, it was because they were upright, responsible, loving parents and didn’t want to see me go in the wrong direction!


So, dear fellow believer, when faced with the decision as to what to say to the person who has committed their life to the Lord and is still fornicating, habitually lying, doing ill against their neighbor, etc., etc., etc., sway towards the side that this might be our last day on earth. We may meet the Lord tonight!


19 My dear brothers and sisters, if someone among you wanders away from the truth and is brought back, 20 you can be sure that whoever brings the sinner back from wandering will save that person from death and bring about the forgiveness of many sins (James 5:19).

Remember, the goal is not only to get someone to stay inside the church doors . . . the ultimate goal is to encourage and provoke each other to run their race well so when we stand before the Lord, we’ll hear, “Well done, good and faithful servant”!


In His love,

lisa 🙂








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Update: January 15th

Posted on Jan 15, 2015

Good morning!

My husband and I have developed a habit of going to bed pretty early and then getting up REALLY early. When we met out in the living room around 3:30 AM, I asked him, “Is it too early to make coffee?” He came back with a resounding, “No,” so into the kitchen I went to prepare the steamy brew that makes my heart happy . . . without fail  . . . every day . . . every morning.

Yesterday I made some Scotcheroos!! Whew, they were DELICIOUS!!! Picture? What’s that? You say you want to see a pic? Most definitely .  .  .


Two mornings ago Bryan and I went back to the mall in the early hours before it opened to get our “walk on.” We went around the entire mall twice at a very quick pace. “BA” (before the accident), that would have been nothing, but man, my quads are still sore this morning so we’re gonna go do it again in just a little while. I’m very determined to get back up to the strength level that I used to be at, and I’m so thankful for a hubby that joins me and seems to enjoy it as well. He said that he was having to work to keep up with me and that I was walking as fast as I used to. I was soooooo glad to hear that!!!

Hey, guess what??? I played the piano for worship last night for the first time since that fateful day a little more than two months ago. Again, another very happy heart moment. <3

Okay, much to do . . . have a beautiful, Jesus-filled day, and I’ll be seeing you soon!

Isn’t Life Grand?

lisa 🙂

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Between The Covers

Posted on Jan 13, 2015


My two most recent books I picked up from the library for my upcoming reading pleasure!

I thought that the title to this blog was very apropos given my recent activities and current situation. During this time of recovery from the two surgeries (and especially the spinal fusion), I’ve been truly “between the covers” more now than ever . . . whether I’m referring to my bed or a book!

It’s only January 13th, and I’ve already read three books this year. WHAT??? That’s not like me at all, at least in recent years, BUT IT IS EXACTLY LIKE THE LISA OF MY CHILDHOOD!!! While growing up, I had a voracious appetite for reading, and I just couldn’t wait to retreat to my bedroom or some secluded corner to do so.

I remember in one house that my parents built (they designed and created custom homes), they gave my sister and I a HUGE, LONG room. The last quarter of it was partitioned off with open shelving which ensconced a door frame. In that area were beanbag chairs, a desk, books, and a TV. It was such a gift and a haven wherein I spent hours upon hours locked away with some fantastical tale that swept me away to another world.


This is the library that I would always take Brooke and Ashley to when they were small. When we went back there this morning to get a few books, it was such a sentimental walk down memory lane. <3

Ahhhh, this is one of the joys of my recovery. I’m once again delving into this long, lost love of mine and thoroughly enjoying the opportunity! What did you use to do when you were young that you dearly loved but laid aside as time took its course?

Isn’t Life Grand?

lisa 🙂

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Today . . .

Posted on Dec 18, 2014

Good morning!

Today began at 5:30 AM for me as I had set my alarm for 5:00 AM to take some meds and kept hitting the snooze button. 🙂 I got up and spent some time in the Psalms again. I’ve loved hanging out in that portion of the Bible (up to Psalm 100 now) since coming home (to our house) from the accident. I might just restart them again as soon as I’m done.

Bryan and I will be heading to Hamrick’s this morning in search of a cane we saw on sale for only $14. It stands up on its own, folds, and even has a light on it! Ha . . . whoever thought I’d be extolling the features of a walking cane! I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get red duct tape and make it look like a candy cane. I’ll keep ya posted with the scintillating details on that one!

Today is also cleaning day at our home. Yep, we’ve been here ten days now and haven’t touched nary a broom, dust cloth, or vacuum. It’s time!! Bryan overheard me calling a cleaning company yesterday to get prices, and he quickly informed me that HE would be taking up that task. Yes . . . the man with two broken ribs that are healing and a thumb that still doesn’t work. We shall see how this goes. Y’all pray, okay? Lol!

Ashley is going to come over a bit later as well, and we’re gonna get our “bake on.” Yessirree! She’s going to make her delectable Chocolate Corn Flake Peanut Butter Bars, and I’ll make another batch of the GF Swedish Tea Cakes (see previous post for recipe).

Today I’m also dwelling on Romans 4:17 and calling those things that are NOT as though they ARE in regard to my dear friend, Tonia’s life!!! Please join me in speaking LIFE over her and that more abundantly!

Have a beautiful day today!

lisa 🙂

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