Yesterday, directly after school my husband and daughter picked me up and delivered me to the airport to start my first solo adventure. Where to? Texas, of course. I made it through registration, security, and waited with the other passengers. I even thought to myself, "Why was I so concerned? I can do this?" Shortly after said thought, I received an email notification my flight was delayed but I would still be required to make my connection. I checked the times and realized I would have eight minutes to make my connecting flight. I went and joined other passengers in the line for assistance.
Once at the desk the airline attendant ended up being an angel dressed in a uniform, at least this is my story. He informed me due to another delay I wouldn't make my connecting flight at all. By the time we were home and snuggled in last night, my original flight delayed at least 3 times. Long story short - Mike, my UA angel, was able to arrange a new flight for today that puts me in San Antonio around 2 p.m. This allows a couple hours to head to my hostesses' house and prepare for tonight's banquet and my time of sharing HOPE with the families of the missing.
As I type it sounds like I had it all together, not so much. I shed many tears last night, so many that when I called Crystal to tell her when I would be arriving, I couldn't even talk. I so wanted to be at the Heidi Search Center in San Antonio to give back a small portion of what they shared with us over nineteen years ago. God had different plans.
Instead of spending today dwelling on what didn't happen, I am starting the day (bright and early! lol) and with a positive attitude. God will have both my flights leave and arrive on time. We will have save travels to San Antonio, while there, and on the return trip home. A praise - on the way there, I had two lay overs, now I have one.
Thanks for your prayers yesterday, today, and for the weekend. Pray hearts are open and God's message is shared.