long day

it started at around 4:30am...actually it was about 2:00p yesterday afternoon when my first flight was delayed, but all of that last night led to a 4:30a start to my day that really was about a half an hour too late. I shuffled around my room trying to get my head on straight and then scurried around my room when I did the math on how much time I'd have when I got to the airport. a 6:20 departure time was looming huge so I got to the lobby, called for a cab, ran up to my room to get something I'd forgotten, ran back down, waited for the cab, rode in the cab, paid for the cab at 5:52a and literally ran through the airport and fortunately was met with no line at the security checkpoint and boarded my plane with about 10 minutes to spare.
I was surrounded by people over the last 24 hours who were in the same predicament as I was and yet I heard very little complaining. I mean, we talked about the inconvenience and then laughed about how the story would sound later. We all were going to get to where we were going eventually. It was better to be safe, on the ground in an airport without a place to stay then it would be to be thousands of feet above the ground in an airplane that wasn't safe.
I tried so hard to get onto other flights and make it to where I wanted to be last night and there was nothing I could do to get there. I couldn't get home and I couldn't get to a close hotel, and I couldn't get to my required meeting today until about two hours late. I don't know why exactly. I may never know why. I got to have a couple of conversations with people in the airport. I got to meet a great cab driver from Ethiopia. And I got to eat a cinnabon for breakfast this morning with an ice cold americano with one pump of classic from starbucks. I may never know why my journey included those things today, but I'm amazed that God would take me the way he does, safe every step of the way. And tonight, one night later than I expected, I'm home with my family and loving every minute.