What a journey it turned out to be!
My flight from Atlanta to Dothan earlier in the week had been simple enough. They required me to check my carry‑on because of space, but it arrived safely and without incident. Nothing dramatic.
But the return trip?
That’s where the story really begins.
I arrived early in Dothan for my flight back to Atlanta, only to watch the departure time jump a full 90 minutes. Suddenly, my comfortable connection in the world’s busiest airport tightened into a race against the clock. Every minute mattered.
Then came the announcement:
All carry‑on bags must be checked through to Atlanta.
I watched bag after bag get tagged and taken away. When my zone was finally called, I stepped forward, ready to surrender my bag and hope for the best.
But then—
God stepped in with a surprise.
The attendant scanned my ticket, looked at my bag, and said,
“Go ahead and take it on the plane.”
I could’ve shouted right there. That one moment saved me precious time I didn’t have.
Once we were airborne, I checked my flight app.
Arrival at D6. Next flight at D7.
I was thrilled.
Then—ding.
The gate changed to D17.
Now, at any other airport, that’s nothing. But in Atlanta?
That’s a journey.
A “Lord, I need You to handle this” kind of journey.
I didn’t panic. I trusted God.
And then—another ding.
Back to D7.
Victory. Relief. A quiet “Thank You, Lord” at 30,000 feet.
We landed at D6 with less than an hour to spare, but enough time. I walked off the plane with my bag in hand and saw the long line of passengers waiting for their gate‑checked luggage—people who would now have to sprint across concourses while I simply stepped over to the next gate.
I found my spot in line for the Louisville flight, calm, grateful, and right on time.
And in that moment, I couldn’t help but reflect:
If God can guide a sinner saved by grace through the world’s busiest airport, He can guide me through anything.
Even a connecting flight becomes a testimony when His hand is on it.