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A week half-way across the country without the kids sounded like such a treat to my hubby and me. Relaxing and visiting family in Edmonton was so restful. After four years of living in Africa, we were now enjoying the Tim Horton's coffee shops on every corner, malls almost the size of our hometown, and over one hundred channels on satellite T.V. from which to choose.
But in spite of such a wonderful week, we were ready to go home. We actually missed the kids! As we got dropped off at the airport and waved good-bye to my uncle, I gave a grateful sigh. We were going home.
I sould have known the flight would be interesting when the automatic check-in machines didn't recognize our reservation code. Little did I know what was in store. The helpful agent punched our codes into her computer. Then she tried our names. A puzzled look crossed her face, followed by one of surprise. "Oh! There's the problem. Your tickets are booked for August 10th instead of July 10th!"
Well, that's just great! Somebody had messed up. Staying in Edmonton for a month was definately not an option, and that afternoon's flight was fully booked. After some searching, we were able to purchase a milk-run ticket through Calgary arriving back in Toronto around mid-night. It would have to do.
Upon arrival in Calgary, we were told that our connecting flight would be delayed due to bad weather in Toronto. We would now be arriving at around 3 a.m. We settled in for the long wait.
Some time later I glanced at the departures monitor when something caught my eye. Our flight had been cancelled! There had been no announcement. Now what? Going back through security, we booked yet another flight leaving Calgary at 12:30 a.m. We would now arrive home at 6:30 a.m. After re-checking our luggage, we found a seat to wait a few more long hours and drink another coffee or two. Many passengers laid across benches hoping to doze off for at least a little while.
As the midnight hour finally approached, people started lining up, anxious to get on the airplane. But there was still one more set-back to come. "Ladies and gentlemen ..." Our flight was to be delayed one more hour - our pilot and co-pilot had not yet arrived from Toronto! Audible groans filled the lounge. My hubby looked at me and shrugged his shoulders and said not for the first time that day, "It's all God!" He was reminding me that even life's inconveniences are seen and allowed by our Lord. Why get worked up? It's just another saga in life's great adventure.
Finally, at 1:30 a.m. we boarded our plane to begin the final leg of our journey. I buckled up my seatbelt, laid my blanket over my legs and got as comfortable as possible. Only a few more hours to go. Ignoring the movie, exhaustion's tentacles having wrapped across my eyelids, I drifted off into a grateful rest.
The next time I'm faced with unforseen circumstances that ruin my plans, I'll try to remember to keep sweet and laugh. After all, it's just one more saga in life's great adventure.
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