A Boy, a Girl, and a Rendezvous...

God's love and goodness never ceases to amaze me, and this morning He once again showed me what a kind and loving God he is (and what a brat I am). Seriously. How do I just keep getting brattier??
Anyway. This morning I had a 7:30am flight to catch. Being an avid -no, neurotic- runner, I needed to be up to get in a good run before a day of travel. I guess my guardian angel preferred that I sleep in a bit, because I did not wake until about 30 minutes before I needed to leave for the airport.
I am stubborn, so I fit in a 20 minute run and super quick shower before I left. I ended up leaving like 10 minutes late and there was a bit of traffic, but I made it to the airport in plenty of time! At least, I thought I did.
When I went to check my bag, the informed me that I had missed the bag check time by five minutes. Apparently, in order to check a bag one must arrive at the airport with 45 minutes to spare. I guess it's been a really long time since I've checked a bag...
I already have high anxiety, but this news took me by surprise and totally broke my spirit. I am meeting people in Virginia at 6:30! We have a rental car! I have a connection to make! How on earth could this be happening!?
So this man (rather rudely, if I may add) directed me to the line to change my flight. There I encountered other less than friendly individuals. At this point, I couldn't hold back the tears. This has never happened before (the whole missed flight thing), and I just felt so sad and confused. I know they recommend being at the airport 90 mins early. I know I cut it close. Really close. But 5 minutes late?
So I waited for 50 minutes in a line to get on stand by. By now I was all puffy eyed and gross, and trying my hardest to hold in my tears. In the words of Judy Funnie, "Oh, brave new world that has such people in it!" Things seemed so unjust. I was so alone.
Embarrassingly enough, I had hardly prayed until I got past security. I asked God to "come on!!!" and "please get me to VA today, please please?!" but I hadn't really submitted to his will. I called my mom, trying to compose myself and let her know about the change in plans.
And so... my mother is my super hero. She prayed with me. "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?" Matthew 6:26-30 That's what she prayed. And it was exactly what God wanted me to hear.
I hung up the phone and truly felt the holy spirit moving. I felt calm. And then they called my name, and asked me if I wanted a window or an aisle seat. I literally praised the Lord out loud, and walking to my seat and realized that yes -the man sitting across from me was indeed CHRIS HARRISON from the bachelor/ette. I thought, "why not!?" and took a picture with him. This was, of course, after he caught me trying to sneak a covert picture of him without him knowing. Soooo Chris Harrison thinks I'm a creeper and I'll probably never be on the bachelor/ette.
God wanted me on that flight, maybe because he wanted me to meet Chris Harrison.
So now I sit listening to Belle and Sebastian, and feeling so loved. I feel God's grace truly working. And I do not know if I will make my next flight. If I don't, maybe it's because Ron Paul is hiding somewhere in the DFW airport and God wants me to take a picture with him too :)
UPDATE
I made it to DFW with ten minutes to make my original connecting flight. I ran and prayed. Prayed and Ran. Made it to the gate with 2 minutes to spare...and the attendants were nowhere to be found. I am glad my prayer was, "Your will be done, God!!" because obviously Jesus wanted me to chill in the airport for a while, with some bud light and internet access. His will is better than mine....
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