It’s on days like this that looking at my left wrist keeps things in perspective.

REJOICE, it says.

In all things, rejoice.

When flying out of Springfield to O’Hare under a storm threat, rejoice.

With missed connections, rejoice.

When your plans go awry, rejoice.

We will reach our destination of Madrid eventually. We just get to see Brussels airport rather than Philadelphia.

Sometimes you just want to shake your fist at the clouds. Or at O’Hare. Or both.

But what’s the point of that, really?

Fact is, I deserve much worse than I actually receive. God’s mercy saves me from His wrath and every day His mercies are new over my life.

What’s a girl to do other than rejoice in the fact that she has life in Him and the opportunity to share that message with those who have not yet heard.

So off we go, via an unexpected route to Madrid.


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