Crazy traveler, am I?

I’m on a plane to FL while typing this ... a business for my company this weekend ... yes, including Saturday and Sunday ... through next weekend (including that Saturday and Sunday too). A week before, I was having a hard time saying yes because Sunday is my dedication to God. My original rigid thinking was that I must be at church to serve God ... but that is not true. After talking to pastor Dave, whom one day will go on long term mission trips, told me that it is ok for me to see the world. God is not only at church, but He is with me ever where I go ... as a matter of fact, God wants me to expand my wings – at least that I know for sure. So, here I am on this plane.

To serve God, I would like to be a good witness, but today, I had a bad start. I’ve assumed that flying out of a small town airport would be fast with no/little lines. NOT --- was I wrong. Moreover I had to check-in my luggage = = = two long lines ... one to check in and the other was security. I was at the airport about 40 min before my fight. I needed to check-in my luggage 30 min before my fight, but end up 22 min before my fight ... which means that my luggage may or may not be flying with me. That is not too bad since I have backup idea – gotta go with the flow (maybe I will drive back to pickup luggage after work). However, here is the thing that upset me the most. I was not sure if I was able to get through security check point in less 15 min before the plane takes off ... so I’ve asked to cut. The guy all the way in the front (about 2 rows) understands and let me go in front of him, but the lady in the middle objected – loudly. The security officer pretended not to hear anything and continued to “do his job” ... he did not want to get involve. I feel so bad ... the lady continued to protest loudly as I walked over to the x-ray belt.

I cannot believe that I’m one of those people who cut. I may have caused someone else to be late. I pray that lady and God will forgive me for being one of those crazy travelers. It is my fault for being late – not a good start for my trip. Now, I’m waiting to see if I my luggage made it on board with me. Praying the rest of the trip will not be so crazy.