A Blessing in Disguise
With a nauseated feeling I stumble off the plane, “Why am I so sick?” I think to myself. Praying, I slowly made my way through the crowds of people in search of my connecting gate. Maybe it was because I was on a small plane and the landing was rough, or maybe it was something I ate. I just had the worst case of car/plane sickness that I could remember. With a pulled hamstring, I painfully walked over to a vender to get some juice. “Hopefully this will make me feel better,” I say to myself. Making my way back, I stand in line as the airline officials prepare for boarding. A thought comes to mind, “When you’ve been car sick before you’ve sung songs and that has made you feel better.” As memories flash in my mind of previous times, I decide to give it a try. Three tall, grim, unhappy looking men, push in line in front of me. I smile weakly as I sip my juice and go to the side. “Maybe singing “Jesus loves me” will soften their hearts,” I think. As I sing, “Jesus Loves me” in E...