On Wings Of The De-Ice Man or When Flight Is Right The Rest Is Bright

A blizzard was on the way.
I, who hardly ever gets sick, felt horrible.
I'd even gone to the doctor the day before.
Antibiotics weren't working fast enough.
Wasn't that just great.
I lay on my bed.
My suitcase, half packed, stared at me at the foot of the bed.
I know, I thought. I need to decide.

I was scheduled to fly out the next morning to see my daughter and son-in-law.
They weren't going to be able to visit during the holidays, so I was going to spend some time with them.
I didn't want to go and be sick the whole time.
I didn't want to travel feeling like...well, you know.

I whined. 'Called my husband, talked to my girl friends.
What should I do.
Of course, they couldn't decide for me.
I knew that.
So, I did what I should've done in the first place.
I lay on the bed and prayed.

Peace and assurance ran through my mind and body.
I had energy and felt better. It's true.
I finished packing, stopped and bought some Christmas candy and cookies for my kids (smile), and drove away.
I could see the foreboding clouds in the distance, and prayed I'd make it to the hotel before the storm hit.
I drove into the parking lot just as it started to snow.
A few hours later I peeked out the window. The blizzard whirled, and like a giant flour sack with a massive hole, snow heaped on the ground, covering everything in sight.
By the next morning the wind had stopped and snowflakes fluttered here and there, but roads were horrible.
'So glad I rode the shuttle to the airport.

I watched Iceman 6 spray de-icer on the plane.
I was on my way.
We flew above storm clouds where the sun dared shine and the sky was blue.
We flew sandwiched in clouds, landed in clouds.
Weather went from snow to rain.
When I landed in Dallas, the temperature was seventy-nine degrees.

The next morning I woke up feeling fine.

I've had a wonderful visit with my daughter and son-in-law.
I'm so glad I came.
I'm so glad I prayed.

On our way to church yesterday I heard my Father whisper, "Rest. Enjoy the fruit of your labor (Psalm128:2)."

A flashback of the years of raising little children fastforwarded through my memory.
Train up a child in the way he should go and even when he is old, he will not depart from it. (Proverbs 22:6)
What a blessed time with this sweet couple - happy, in love with each other and their Lord, serving Him with their lives.
The rest of Psalm 128:2 says, "How joyful and prosperous you will be."
What better gift could a mom ask for.
Selah.