God told me that I would be here today, in Tyler's room, waiting for him to come off of work. I ignored it...because, well, my flight was supposed to be at 3:15 this afternoon. But when it was 3:45 and we were still on the plane not having moved yet, we got notice we would take off in an hour and would wait on the plane until then. We would possibly land in Chicago, possibly make our connecting flight, possibly have no flight until tomorrow because of weather. We were given the option to exit the plane, which was most sensible for me traveling all alone... I didn't want to risk being stuck in Chicago. Tears, a hotel shuttle that never showed, a $50 dollar taxi ride to go 5 miles and a dropped laptop later.. Here I lie waiting for Tyler to return from work and be surprised that I am still here. My back hurts, and while I wasn't ready to go home, I want to be home. I miss my dogs and I spent hours at the airport for nothing. But God wants me here.. and to now quiet my mind enough and let go of the anxieties and frustration so I can hear Him speak. His plan, not mine. It's so hard to let go of my plan sometimes.
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