I felt covered in prayer. The sweet ladies in my Wednesday night Book Club prayed for me last night and several even asked what time my plane took off so they could pray for me specifically at that time today. My husband, my dear sweet, wonderful husband has been praying for me all week. My kids are praying for me and even some of you blogging friends have remembered me in prayer.
And I want you to know that all that prayer kept me in my seat, kept me quiet, and kept me from grabbing onto the man across the aisle from me who was reading a large print NIV edition of the Holy Bible when the airplane started to make a really weird noise and an obnoxious child a few rows behind me felt the need to cry out "WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!" God bless him.
And that was all while the plane was still on the runway. Not moving.
I also found it very helpful to turn on my iPod and listen to The Best Of Passion - awesome praise music. I turned it up really loud and kept my eyes closed except for occasionally opening them to glance at the faces around me to see if anyone looked panicked, in which case I would then turn off my iPod and get panicked along with them. But mercifully that didn't happen.
So now I'm sitting in the airport. For as much as I don't like airplanes, I do like airports. There's lots of interesting people to watch. I find myself trying to figure out what their stories are.
Thank you for your prayers. I'm loving them.
And thank you dear Jess for letting your mom take your brand new MacBook with her to the conference so I could document all my experiences. You are a sweetheart and I love you.