Dear God,
I couldn’t have asked for a better flight. American Airlines is so much better than Spirit. The seats were comfortable and actually reclined. The tray even had a spot to hold my phone so I could watch movies. If I had known to scan the QR code beforehand, I could’ve watched free movies on their Wi-Fi. There was a USB port to charge my phone, and the flight attendants were incredibly accommodating. They served free drinks and gave out snacks—for free—unlike Spirit, which charges for every single thing.
My luggage came out to $230 for three bags, and the fourth one was free. I brought everything I needed except enough ponytail holders and detergent—but I can get those later.
I’m in my pajamas now, listening to the music American Airlines plays in the background while I’m on hold, waiting to speak to a representative. The flight program pays for the first checked bag, and I’d like to get that $40 back. Every little bit helps.
I met the nicest girl today. She asked me my age—twice—and I politely declined to answer both times. She took so many pictures of me: when we first met, when I was carrying my luggage, when I did this or that. I didn’t mind at all. You could tell how excited she was to be there. She spent $60 on me—$20 for my meal and $40 on alcohol. We had shots, a margarita, and then wine. I’m surprised I wasn’t tipsy. I was only a little bit when I was unpacking.
It’s really late now—almost midnight. We have to be in the lobby by 9:15 a.m., so I’m assuming we’ll need to have breakfast beforehand. I’ll probably wake up around 6:00 or 6:30 a.m. to eat. I’ll fill my canister with coffee and bring a bottle of water too.
Her name is Amarya, by the way. I probably reach her shoulder. She was very put together—lashes, nails, braids—super polished. I’m glad I got a haircut and that my skin is clear, but I really need to work on my teeth. I’ve noticed a bad habit of not brushing as consistently as I used to. That will definitely change.
I want to develop a routine: drink a full canister of water every day, brush my teeth morning and night, and try to work out—preferably after class. I’m not an early-morning workout girl. Working out is a stretch for me, but I will try.
Amarya already has everything memorized. Her whole family is in the airline industry, so she’s very prepared. I plan to go over everything tonight and again in the morning. I’m actually very happy my flight wasn’t canceled—it gave me proper time to get settled.
My roommate isn’t here yet. I honestly don’t care if I ever get one. I already stole a few of her hangers. I almost took the Bible from her room, but stealing a Bible felt like an oxymoron, so I decided to let her keep it.
I feel really good right now. I FaceTimed my parents, texted Shervy, and I’m ready to do my best. My mom kept saying, “I can’t believe you’re going to be gone for two months.” I know kids who go years without seeing their families, so it felt nice knowing my mom will miss me. She’s a good mom, and my dad is a good father—thank You so much for them. My dream is to take care of them in every way.
My dad only has $7.18 in his bank account right now. He barely had any cash, and he gave me all of it. He’s literally going to live without money for the rest of the month. His sacrifices for me are so precious. My mom gave me $100 to take with me. I know I’ll be okay financially while I’m here. My only concern is paying my rent twice while I’m gone.
It’s imperative that I start working as soon as possible so I can be secure and stable. This job will help fund my tour, pay producers, support my lifestyle, and help me pursue my dreams. God, thank You so much for this opportunity.
On my way here, I noticed a flight attendant who was my exact height. It felt like a gentle reminder from You that I’m qualified. Funny enough, after seeing her, everyone else seemed like giants—most flight attendants look 5’7” or taller. But she was the first one I saw in uniform, and it made me smile. Whenever I see someone my height, I think they look so cute.
On the flight, I watched Emily in Paris and part of Becky G’s documentary about going on tour. I watched two women living out the dreams I have for myself. I’ve always wanted to work with Darren Star—I love every one of his shows. He’s incredible at writing female leads. And seeing Becky G talk about how she spent a decade opening for other artists really stuck with me.
I pray that You catapult me forward in such a miraculous way that I can headline my own tour in less than two years. I know it sounds crazy—almost absurd—but with You, all things are possible.
I’ll stay faithful throughout this entire process. There’s a reason You want me to be a flight attendant. Maybe today I met a lifelong friend. She’s very sweet. She’s about ten years younger than me, but she’s mature. Her boyfriend is much older, and that kind of relationship takes a certain level of maturity.
I feel comfortable in my room. I chose the room on the right instead of the left. I like that my bathroom mirrors are in my bedroom and how everything is structured on my side. I’m happy with my decision. I do feel a little bad about taking her hangers—but she’ll survive. I left her four or five.
The pillows here are magical—so squishy and nothing like typical hotel pillows, which can be hard. I fell asleep instantly during my nap.
It’s midnight now. I’ll probably read over everything one more time. I don’t want to watch TV—I just want peace and quiet. I’ve already laid out my clothes. I can tell I’m losing weight. When I was staying with Shervy, I barely ate, and today I only had M&Ms, trail mix, and a salad.
The company will provide breakfast and dinner. For lunch, I’ll probably just eat a banana and almonds. I’ve noticed that some people like to show off their wealth through what they eat. At the school where I worked, lunch felt like a competition. Eating cafeteria food was frowned upon, which I did, and I was seen as poor.
I’ll miss the elementary school—but not really. I don’t tend to look back. I’m ready to move upward in life. I’m ready for change.
I don’t want to stop talking, but it’s best that I wind down. I might not study tonight. I’ll just take my sleeping pill and put in my retainer.
Jesus, thank You. Thank You for what You’re doing in my life. Please touch my life in a miraculous way. Heal my parents’ health and grant them long, healthy lives. Let anyone reading this prayer be touched by You. Like the woman in the Bible who believed that touching the hem of Your garment would heal her—heal whoever is reading this. Renew them from the crown of their head to the soles of their feet. Replenish their faith. Open doors that no one can shut. Give them peace that surpasses all understanding. Protect them wherever they go. And most of all, help us be still enough to hear Your voice. Guide our steps toward a prosperous and fulfilling life.
I love You.
Amen.
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