I love how the Lord reminds me that everything happens for a reason. Memories of my trip to Ethiopia and the struggles I had at the airport getting m tickets for my connection in London. The people I came in contact with. The guy I sat behind and conversed with from Seminary in Missouri. The kid I encountered after his ministry time in Zambia, all because my airport shuttle never arrived. The Lord sweetly reminded me this morning of those fond, divine interventions.

Were pushing back now. It hit me in line, as I was about to board the plane.

Bon voyage.
Xoxo