I'm sure there is a reason for everything so there must be a reason why I had to sit on a plane for 3 hours before departing. There must also be a reason for making me sit next to a terrorist with the most abominable body odor for 4 1/2 hours straight. There was surely a reason I packed nothing so had no baggage to worry about, allowing me to get on an earlier flight. There had to be a reason I threw my comfy snow boots in my little carry on at the last minute....which have saved my feet from torture as I've run through an entire terminal. Reasons or not,all I know is divine intervention is at work on my behalf. Maybe the sacrifice and emotional torture is to remind me of how blessed I am. I do believe in prayer...I do, I do.
Nothing that a diet coke and advil can't fix.