I just wanted to take a moment to praise God for his mercies. This morning has been a flurry of dashing to get out the door to get Macon and Aidan to the airport so that they could catch a flight to Houston and then to Miami. Macon's flight was delayed and he sat in the plane with a 2 and 1/2 year old (poor Macon) for at least an hour before finally being cleared to take off due to weather in Houston. This whole time I am worrying that they will miss their connection to Miami and wondering what I can do about it. I am looking online for later flights, I am talking on the phone with my parents (who are in Colorado) and they are researching options, too. And, i find myself thinking that even if they can make the next flight, their bags won't.
As I sat down to nurse Honor, I prayed and prayed that God would make their connecting gate be the gate next door to their arrival gate. They are scheduled to land around 10:40 and their next flight (upon my last online check of its status) was due to depart at 11am.
And what happens? it turns out that out of all the planes that they could have gotten on to make their connecting flight to Miami, they needed to be on the plane that they were already on. They only needed to change the seats that they were in.
This was amazing. I am thankful and so glad that Macon does not have to gather up Aidan's toys, his food, his books, his donkey, cow and silky--not to mention the carseat he will have to strap to his back and the 2 and 1/2 year old to whom all this gear belongs and then race madly through Houston's Intercontinental airport trying to make the connection. What a mercy. What a gift. I am thankful, so very thankful.