All my bloggy friends and family know that airplanes are NOT my favorite place to be.
The great news is that over the past 3 1/2 years God has flung me into the air, He alone has also delivered me from the absolute terror that used tme latch on to me from the moment I stepped through airport doors. Not only has he delivered me from terror, He has actually filled me with peace and ALMOST enjoyment on an occasional flight.
When honey and I left Tampa last Saturday morning, I was at my ALMOST joy level. We don’t get away often enough, just us.
Tampa to SanDiego is AWAY 🙂
The trip is long.
For our first leg on Saturday from Tampa to SanAntonio we were blessed with emergency row seats, lots of legroom for my tall husband and a tiny little woman on my right side. We remained on the same plane while in SA but I had the bright idea of moving up to the emptied front row. Nice. Not only more leg room for the journey but the first off upon landing.
As the final passengers loaded it looked like things were going our way when suddenly the flight attendant asked the gentleman who had chosen the seat next to me if he would kindly relocate as they had a last minute special needs passenger.
She apologized profusely as the plane was now full and his seat options very limited.
She offered him a free cocktail to soothe his very kind but obvious disappointment.
A few minutes later, a very large (OK let me just say, multiple hundreds of pounds) woman dropped into the seat next to me lifting the armrest between us and pressing her large arms and thighs into over 1/2 of MY seat all the while dragging HER DOG into her lap and my FACE!!!
I was NOT happy.
I was NOT at peace.
I promptly went up to the flight attendant and discreetly complained. Not only did I have only 1/2 of the seat I paid for…there is only ONE dog I love in the whole world and she was back at my home!!
Not my finest moment.
She apologized profusely and offered me a cocktail.
Since coctails are not my thing, I sat down and pouted.
The plane took off, the lady quietly spread into my space and fell into a deep sleep while her doggie panted in my face and I pouted.
Honey just sat very quietly and tried not to make eye contact with me for fear I would ask him to trade places 🙂
As the plane began to reach “cruising altitude” I began to hear that still small voice that I live for.
“Pat sweetheart, honey, darling….YOUR attitude should be the same as Christ Jesus who being in very nature…well, ME…did not consider equality with…well, ME….something to be grasped but made Himself nothing taking on the very nature of a servant….”
OK Lord, I hear you at 30,000 feet. I need an attitude adjustment.
I just leaned into honey, closed my eyes and thanked God that I was not disabled, did not have a dog as my companion and would be first off the plane when we landed in SanDiego.
Share with me please, have you had a recent attitude adjustment opportunity?
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