I tried really hard not to notice the FIRETRUCK by the plane I was about to board. I really tried not to pay attention to the mechanic looking guy who was writing the words FUEL LEAK on a chart board by the door as I entered the plane. After all, I was being prayed for.
However, I noticed something might be wrong when the plane just sat. And sat. And sat. And as much as I don't like flying, I actually prefer the plane I'm sitting in to be doing something - besides sitting. So finally after about 45 minutes we were told to get off the plane. It was broke. Thank you Jesus, for getting me off that broken plane. I was good with it. Really good. Then I had to reschedule another flight. So now I am soon leaving for Atlanta, then Charlotte about midnight.
I'm thinking this conference is going to be GOOD. Because somebody evil doesn't seem to want me there. My Jesus and I are going to be there anyway. So there, evil somebody, take that!
And friends, don't stop praying yet!