A travel story.
Fun and games in travel land. Last week I was in Florida.
It started Sunday night. My flight was scheduled to arrive at 8:30 pm. But there were storms, poor visibility, and a very bad missed approach for landing. Talk about a quiet plane. It was a completely silent plane. The crew came on the loudspeaker to let us know that we “missed the approach, and would make a 2nd attempt, but the the weather conditions made their instrument readings at the minimum for safety.”
Well yippee. So me, I pray for the pilots, and for wisdom, but I don’t want to be redirected to an airport 115 miles away from my destination.
We made the 2nd attempt, but you have figured that out already, since I’m writing this post.
So off and running. The next morning, I drive into Irvine, Ca for a meeting, it’s raining all the way. I see a magnificent double rainbow, right on the freeway, and I drive right through it.
Right into a hail storm. Pea sized hail pelted me for a full 5 minutes, everything came to a stop.
Then the sun came out. I shook my head at the quirky weather, and kept my eye on the East, wondering if Jesus was going to make his appearance, or maybe one of the 4 horseman of the apocalypse.
The weather finally cleared, and although it is cold in Sunny Southern California, it is sunny, and there is snow in the mountains.
I’m so grateful today for the opportunity to be on both the east coast, and the west coast of this great nation, and surviving some really odd weather.