It was not a sight any air traveler wants to see when making connecting flights—a departure board lined out with canceled flights, including the flight you are supposed to catch! But I saw it a few weeks ago. And it was not a pretty picture.
I was headed to Kansas City, with a stop in Denver. And it happened to be a day Mr. Blizzard struck Northeastern Colorado leaving behind 6 – 12 inches of snow, shortly after I shuttled into the Denver airport one Saturday morning. Dozens of outbound flights were canceled, including mine.
I was grateful that United Airlines assigned me a seat on a plane that was scheduled to leave that evening, but with the uncertainty of the storm, there was no guarantee that flight would ever leave the ground.
I needed to get to Kansas City for a lecture.
All the travel-wisdom I had gained from 17 years of traveling kicked into high gear to figure a way out of the mess. Should I rent a car? Should I book a hotel room before they’re all reserved? Should I call my brother-in-law nearby? Should I contact other airlines, and on and on… Every alternate plan I conceived didn’t feel quite right, and perhaps a huge waste of time and effort.
With long hours to sit and wait while the storm passed, and not wanting to spend them fretting and worrying about what to do, I decided to trust divine Mind’s wisdom and foresight to get me to Kansas City on time. Not just a surface, “Yes, everything works out for good,” but a deep anchored trust and understanding that my itinerary was in God’s hands and would be okay no matter what the physical senses were reporting.
It took a bit of prayer to find my peace, but eventually all the tension and fear inside was replaced by a deep held conviction that my lecture work was in God’s hands, He knew the need, knew how to meet it, and wouldmeet it. There would be no loss of anything good. God governed the weather in His Kingdom, the plane traffic, my coming and going, and how everything fit together to accomplish a good purpose. I could trust the day to the divine care, and it would be perfect, whatever form it took.
“Peace, be still.”
With no more fear, I settled into a cubicle with my laptop, and had a very productive afternoon working on my Association address and treating patients. I didn’t monitor the weather outside. I figured God had that all under control, and my job was to stay productively occupied in the meantime, which I did.
Dozens more flights were canceled, but the one flight I was scheduled to take, and the only way I would get to Kansas City, remained posted as “On Time.” It seemed too good to be true and, at times, the suggestion that it was a mistake, or soon to be canceled too, loomed large. But I pushed those gloomy predictions out and trusted that God knew what He was doing. I stayed in a genuine state of peace and certainty that all was well.
And it was.
That plane didleave, and with me on it. It took an extra hour to get off the ground, but we made it safely, and every passenger on board sounded their gratitude with a loud burst of applause and whoops of joy when the wheels lifted up.
I don’t particularly want to repeat the experience, but I arrived in Kansas City late that night in a very healthy and happy state of mind. I was truly at peace feeling the presence of Christ. I was not ruffled or upset about the day. But grateful a plan appropriate to the need worked out.
“Peace, be still.”