Guess where I am? It is so green and beautiful here. OK, I realize that doesn't help you make your guess; I'm in Minnesota! Yesterday I flew from Salt Lake to Minneapolis, and it was quite the adventure. We were supposed to get in at about 8 PM, but we didn't arrive until after 11 PM because of thunderstorms in the area.
Just as we were approaching the runway in Minneapolis (for the first time), our pilot pulled up suddenly. He said the visibility was too low, so we went into a holding pattern. The storm didn't move out quickly enough, so we headed to Des Moines, Iowa to refuel--I suspect there was more to the story than they told us, as we switched pilots there. After a short stop, we headed back to Minneapolis, and made a safe landing there. We all clapped as the plane landed, just like I experienced among the Armenians.
Recently, I have been thinking about course corrections. Sometimes we head down one road, which seems perfectly fine, but then an unforeseen obstacle or circumstance causes us to change our direction. God is the master course correcter. Much like yesterday's thunderstorms, He doesn't force us to change our course, but He can push us in the right direction. I believe God is aware of the details of our lives, and that He cares enough to help set us on the path that is best for us.
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