Our journeys are not always easy. At first, we were made aware of weather delays facing our 10:30 a.m. flight. Later the pilot announced the baggage loaders could not get one of the cargo doors to close properly. That took more than an hour. I trusted that duct tape was not involved. We arrived at DFW Airport after our departing flight to Boston had been in the air for 30 minutes. We entered the twilight zone world of customer service. The lines were long. There were no flights to Boston that night. Our daughter Donelle found us the best option of flying to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania at 8:00 p.m. to catch a 7 a.m. flight to Boston. Customer service was glad to know that was an option. We ate a relaxed and good meal, then went to the gate to await the flight. At some point the departure time was changed an hour (ultimately 3 hours), meanwhile, to give us something meaningful to do, the airline changed the gate number 4 times, so we could visit most of the airport’s terminals, and learn all about the tramway system that loops the various scenic vistas of the building. Our plane to Harrisburg arrived at 3 a.m. Not much is happening in the airport at that time of the morning. We made our flight to Boston, arriving at 8:30 a.m.

Our Boston Freedom Trail Walking Tour was rescheduled to 1:30 so we could get to our motel, have breakfast, and freshen up. Towards the end of our excellent 2-hour walk it began to rain. We politely bowed out and found shelter in an historic building next to a food court. Ice cream was involved. We made it back to the motel and slept about 12 hours before it was time to pack it all up and head out for our 7-day anniversary cruise, which was perfectly delightful in every way. 

Back to the airport, and homeward bound. As the stewardess was demonstrating how seatbelts work, the power shut off and the emergency lights came on. I, for one, was glad that happened before we tried to take off. There was a faulty fuel component that had to be replaced. On that 4-hour flight the tray tables were broken, the armrests would not stay up, and the toilets did not flush, other than that, we prayed and read a lot. Going through Customs and racing through DFW, we still missed our connection to Tulsa by five minutes. Spending a short night at a nearby motel, these grumpy campers boarded the 7 a.m. flight to Tulsa. Thankfully, we made it home safely. Enjoy the good days to the fullest.

Keep healthy. Pray mightily. Enjoy your life today. Journey onward. And let’s experience the love and power of God together.

Bro. Darryl

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