Working one’s way through an airport, in our case from Boston to Chicago, is best done prayerfully. Wouldn’t you know it? My husband, who hates to fly, was confronted with all the annoying security check snags; his boarding pass printed with his given and sir names reversed so we had to return to the ticket counter to get that straighten out; his glasses in his pants pocket set off the scanner alarm. Meanwhile, I, who if homeless would live in an airport, walked right through without a sound.
In and of itself this wasn’t really a big deal; he managed just fine. At the moment it looks like an on-time take off on this gorgeous day. I continue praying to clear all that intense, often negative, airport energy.
P. S. All is well. Along with marathonors from around the world, we made it to downtown Chicago where we are joined with family and friends to celebrate our son Tim’s marriage to Jill. Prayers of gratitude.
In and of itself this wasn’t really a big deal; he managed just fine. At the moment it looks like an on-time take off on this gorgeous day. I continue praying to clear all that intense, often negative, airport energy.
P. S. All is well. Along with marathonors from around the world, we made it to downtown Chicago where we are joined with family and friends to celebrate our son Tim’s marriage to Jill. Prayers of gratitude.
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