The fog was thick. I was late. My husband was tense.
It was a Friday morning, and my husband, Steve, was driving me to the airport for a speaking engagement in Kentucky. We were one of a parade of cars inching our way down the highway, feeling our way through the curtain of grey. With squinted eyes, white knuckles, and steady determination, Steve kept his eyes trained on the taillights in front of him.
“Lord, please delay my flight so I can make it,” I prayed.
At 8:59, I bolted from the car to attempt to make my 9:00 flight. At the security checkpoint, I stripped off my boots, jacket, earrings, necklace and watch, pushed my carry on through the x-ray monster’s mouth, and walked through the metal arches.
“Ma’am, we’re going to have to check inside your carry on,” the security guard sang. “There’s something in there we can’t identify.”
“No, please don’t,” I pled. “I’m about to miss my flight. They’ve already boarded.”
“No, please don’t,” isn’t something that goes over too well with security guards.
“Sorry,” she said, as she slowly and methodically picked through my personals. Inside she discovered twenty-five silver scripture bracelets that read, “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.” I almost laughed.
I jogged to the gate only to discover that God had answered my prayers! The flight was delayed due to the fog! Hallelujah! God is good!
I dared not tell the disgruntled passengers that the flight delay was my fault – because God had answered my prayer.
When we finally arrive in Atlanta, 2 ½ hours behind schedule, I discovered that my connecting flight to Kentucky had been cancelled. I was put on standby with forty other unhappy people. I was number thirty-two on the list and the plane was booked solid. I called the conference coordinator and gave her the news. Prognosis – not good. My attitude – even worse.
Now, I have left out lots of frustrating minute details, but let’s just say I was not happy. No one was cooperating: the weather, the airlines, or the One who controls it all. At least that’s how I felt. Pull up a chair beside me and watch what God did to adjust my attitude and put the day’s frustrations in perspective.
I’m sitting at a jam-packed gate filled with angry disgruntled passengers. B12. I look like them, feel like them, act like them. You with me? Not a happy camper. Not a good representative. Not saying, “God is good,” to anyone. Then someone walks up and has the nerve to interrupt my pity-party.
“Excuse me,” the airport employee shouted. “Let’s clear the aisle, people. This plane is preparing to disembark. Clear the way. Make room.”
She walked over to the boarding door and positioned a red wheelchair by the entrance. Then she was joined by another, then another, then another. I had a front row seat and facing me – staring me in the face – were seven attendees standing behind seven shiny red wheelchairs – waiting for passengers disembarking the plane.
Then God began to speak to my heart. I suspect He had been trying to get my attention all day long, but I was too wrapped up in my own pouty self-centered attitude to listen.
Sharon, which side of this aisle would you rather be on. The standby side or the side waiting for those who can’t stand at all.
Suddenly, my little trials and tribulations of the day seemed very small. So what if my flight was canceled. I could walk. I was not bound to a wheelchair but bound to God who is in charge of the moments of my days.
I stopped whining and began thanking God – for eyes that see, ears that hear, fingers that feel, hands that help, lips that speak. I realized that I needed to focus less on the air traffic controllers and more on the One who controls the air. A little fog never stopped Him from accomplishing all that He has purposed and if He wanted me to sit in that airport, I could trust that He had a great plan.
I didn’t make the flight, but all forty of us on standby did get out of Atlanta that night. A family of five made it to the wedding of a beloved son, a soldier in uniform returned to the arms of his waiting mom, and I made it to the conference with thirty minutes to spare.
God had it under control all along. He just needed to lift the fog in my own heart before I could see His blessings clearly.
How about you? Are you frustrated with a certain situation in your life? Have you been just a little bit grumpy about it? Here’s an idea. Let’s turn our pity party into a praise God party and spend some time thanking Him for His many blessings.
Father, forgive me for complaining when the events of my day don’t go the way I had planned. I trust You to guide my moments and my days. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
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