Greetings from Dallas!
I am here attending the Pre-Tribulation Rapture Conference. The conference has only just started, but already God has been very merciful, helping me through what could have been a couple of bad logistical problems.
The first was the drive to the airport. I left Asheville yesterday morning to drive my son home to Chapel Hill, and then turn back and on to the airport in Charlotte. I had budgeted about seven hours, even though Google Maps had predicted that the total trip would take only a bit over five. I had added an extra hour to my driving plan so that we could have lunch together at his local sushi palace. Leaving him on his doorstep with a full stomach and sushi leftovers, I headed on toward Charlotte. Google Maps either didn’t know about the construction on Highway 85 or that it was the tail end of Thanksgiving weekend and certainly both played a part in the drive time taking every bit of seven hours. I didn’t really hit delays until about 35 miles outside of Charlotte, but I was really glad that I had decided to head straight to the airport and not take my time. In the long term parking lot, I hailed a passing bus that had just gone by the shelter before I could get there. The driver graciously stopped for me even though she was not at an official stop when she did it. On entering the airport, I was especially glad that I had my boarding pass with me and no luggage to check. The flight was delayed by nearly half an hour, but that’s not a problem when you have no connection to make. It gave me an opportunity to breathe and even get a light dinner before boarding.
In order to avoid the expense of renting a car that I would really only need twice a day, I had selected an airport hotel near the conference site, which was another airport hotel. My plan was to take the shuttle to the airport and then catch the other hotel’s shuttle. My hotel’s shuttle departs for the airport every hour on the hour starting at six AM. As I thought about this plan, the enormous hassle and potential of hours lost waiting for one shuttle or the other began to worry me. Rather than worry, I simply prayed instead. After a good night’s sleep, I had thought to catch the six AM shuttle to the airport and arrive finally at the other hotel in time for the conference start at eight. Good plan, but I missed the six AM shuttle. I decided that it would be OK if I were a bit late for the conference. And who knows? I might arrive on time for the conference anyway. So I got a quick breakfast and signed up for the seven AM shuttle. The shuttle driver was there, and he asked me what terminal I was going to. I told him about my crazy shuttle plan. He wanted to know where the other hotel was, and I told him. He said that since he had only two stops to make this morning, he would take me to the other hotel. In fact, he said that he’ll be working all week, and that he would take me every day, assuming that he doesn’t have a lot of stops to make. That is an answer to prayer, and one I would never have thought to hope for!
So once again, I’m feeling like God’s favorite kid. God is good!
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