Sorry, I thought I had written this blog when it first posted on May 8th but I realized on 9th that it posted along with today's post blank. So I am reposting
So I was standing there. I felt like a fool and I wanted to cry, but there was something on the inside of me pushing me to hold on. I walked around until I found an outlet to plug my phone up, so it could charge. I had been trying to stay close to the ticketing counter so they would not have to look too hard for me and think that I had gone. Now I just wanted to sit quietly somewhere and see what would happen. So I found a plug where I could sit and I waited.
At this point either I would get on the plane or I would need a ride back home. My sister Jessica called me on Voxer, once my phone was turned back on and asked if I wanted her to stay where she was until we found out what would happen with the flight. I told her that was a good idea because I did not know how I would get to Stockton, should that be the case.
I am not sure exactly when Kelsi got to the airport, but I don't think I had sat there more than 15 minutes. When she got there she was parked in front of the wrong airline so I told her which one I was at and told her I would meet her outside. I walked back to the ticketing counter because I wanted to see if anyone was still there and there was a chance that it was not too late to get on the plane. there were a few agents still there, but I could tell they were shutting down terminals and preparing to close shop. The Manager that had tried to help me was walking out the door so I knew the flight had either gone or was about to taxi down the runway. So I went to meet up with Kelsi.
I defeatedly loaded my things in Kelsi car and she drove me to where my sister was waiting for us. Before I got out of the car, Kelsi and I prayed. I heard nothing from God. I asked Kelsi if she got anything and she after a small hesitation said, "All I got was rest and God finishes what he starts." I was not sure what it meant, but I didn't want to process it at that moment nor did I want her to explain it more.
I wanted to cry. Instead I got out the car, loaded up my sister's car and tried not to think. You see I am someone who will try to work things out and fix it. Now all I wanted to do was scream but I knew that would not help my situation. I kept thinking I don't do things like this and how did this happen not just once but twice.
I wanted to blame it on God, I wanted to blame it on my sister not driving faster or not leaving sooner. I wanted to blame myself for not checking when I got the unction to do so. I was angry. No one could have been more angry, disappointed or embarrassed than I was at the moment. I thought about all the money that had been spent on the tickets. I felt foolish.
I did not know what to do, but there was a small feeling that said trust God. I could feel faith draining like sand being pulled by the tide. Every way that God had made for me to go started coming to mind. Especially allowing me to get the ticket that I needed to chang my flight to Thursday. then I thought about how I had left my passport again. It was not the first time this was the second time. Who does that!!! Not me! Well at least up to this point I would have said not me.
See what happens next.....
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Pastor Linda Hillman
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