It was bound to happen sometime

With all the years I've been in missions, traveling around the world, it was bound to happen sometime. . . .

I missed my flight today. We left Versailles (south of Paris) at 10:00 am to cross the city to get to the Charles De Gaulle airport (north of Paris); we sat in stop and go traffic for two and half hours, before reaching the airport, where I was told that although my flight had not yet taken off, it was too late to board. I admit, I cried at the desk when the lady told me that.

My options were bleak, too: buy a ticket with another airline (at sky-high, last-minute prices--taking a loss on the ticket I hold now) or try standby tomorrow (and possibly the next day and the next day). So, I'm going to show up at the airport early tomorrow morning to be the first one in line for any open standby seats (but she told me that the flight was already overbooked, so I'm praying for a miracle!)

In the meantime, I'm spending the night with some missionaries here in Paris, who have been very gracious to me (David and Phyllis Porter, N. Texas district).

I keep telling myself, "It could be worse." But the sad fact remains, I really wanted to be with my family and friends tonight.

After three years in France, another night won't hurt.

Comments

Ben Rainey said…
Well, now it can't get any worse. So now you can relax. We miss you, but we'll see you soon. Enjoy the adventure.
2:50 PM
Anonymous said…
ariel,
i'm sorry to hear you have missed your plane. i know how you wanted bad to see your family as soon as possible. God knows and owns everything, so dont let anything steal your joy. maybe the missionaries where you slept over needed to hear one word from you, or reciprocally! you see, the ground of france still needs the seed that you are, so that it may be sprinkled.
this situation must be a trial, but you are meant to be blessed.
take care, we carry you in our hearts and prayers. lots of love to a friend of mine.
8:15 PM
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