I got back from vacation in Rome just last night, and I had some pretty intense experiences with God that I want to share in the next few posts throughout the week – but I’ll start with something small from last night.
When my husband and I disembarked from our flight from Italy in Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, we had to go through customs. For the most part, this was a sane process, and then The Accident Happened: right in front of the TSA checkpoint, an airport employee opened up a barrier so that people could start lining up to go through the security screening.
This doesn’t seem like a big deal until I tell you that the airline employee had opened the line in front of an empty and completely defunct TSA checkpoint with no one there to staff it, and that at least 100 people (including my husband…
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