It started with the first text from the airline, your flight is delayed. I wasn’t surprised. Anyone who is paying attention to the airline industry right now knows that delays, canceled flights and more have become the norm. I was actually ok with a little delay. It meant an extra hour of sleep and I would still make my connection. I showed up at the airport for the delayed flight. I could easily see that there was no way we were getting out with the new “delayed flight time.” At this point, I realized I would not make the connecting flight so I went to the gate agent and was rebooked for my connecting flight. No problem. Trust the process, I said to myself.

We got on the plane and of course, we had to de-ice. More time. Then, something I have never seen before happened. The flight attendant started opening the overhead bins. We had been ready for takeoff and now the bins are being opened. The pilot came on and said that we had too much luggage below and for weight distribution we needed to move suitcases from down below to the overhead bins. Literally, the ground crew AND pilots started bringing suitcases into the seating area and putting them in the overhead bins. As you can imagine, we were getting later and later. Now even those who thought they had a chance of making a connection were shaking their heads in disbelief.  We finally took off and of course, in true “this type of flight” fashion, sat just inches short of the jet bridge because there was no one there to work it. I thought one woman was going to hyperventilate because she was so panicked about making her flight.

What fascinated me the most was how calm I felt sitting in my seat, taking this all in.  I was really trusting God that all that was happening for a reason.