Strangers, Yet Sisters
It had been one of those days where you just want to run away, hop in the car and go anywhere except where you are destined. My day started with tears then came the prayer, followed by flight cancellations and over seven hours of just waiting to see if I might be able to get on a flight. Originally I had been bound for home, through DFW and then on to Eagle, so how come I ended up going to Houston and wouldn't be arriving home until the next night? Perhaps it was a divine appointment. As I entered the Southwest plane, the only seats available were in between the window and aisle seats, so I gazed quickly through the plane, sent up an arrow prayer before selecting my seat mates for the hour long flight. I recognized another lady from the waiting area who had also been there most of the day. On the same row was a small black woman eating a candy cane who donned a small gold cross. I asked if I might sit with them. They were polite in their response, but what else were th...