miracle worker

“Your 8:00am flight has been cancelled…”

The notification lit up my phone as I stood at the stovetop stirring a pot of Mac-n-cheese.

I was counting down the hours until my flight left for Tennessee.

14 hours to go.

But really, I’d been counting down for the last 3 months. For the last decade. Seeking and praying and waiting for a writing opportunity. Whatever that opportunity might look like…and it had divinely arrived.

My heart switched into panic mode. I called the airline only to be put on a waitlist…for a minimum of four hours.

I’d looked for flights on another airline a few weeks ago and none were available - at least none that would get me to my destination in time. This couldn’t be happening.

“God, help me not to panic. Take my worry. Make a way.”

My husband encouraged me to look one more time. Just try. It was the only option next to driving, and even if I’d jumped in the car right then, I wouldn’t have made it to the conference in time.

“I’m choosing to trust you, God. You’ve brought me this far. I don’t want to give up.”

A flight that wasn’t available the last time I’d checked appeared at the top of the screen. A few seats were left.

An early morning flight that would get me to the destination in time.

Another miracle on this writing journey that is riddled with countless stories of God’s goodness.

I drove to the airport in the dark hours of the morning, overwhelmed by new mercies and thanking God for making a way for me to move forward every time I feel like I’m at a dead end.

He is good. And I am so grateful he’s not only paving the way for but he’s holding me by the hand, leading me along… every step of the way.

“Commit everything you do to the Lord. Trust him, and he will help you…. The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand.” Psalm 37:5 & 23-24