THIS is too good!!!!!!!

You know....flying standby will get you saved. I'm about to SHOUT yall.

This is just way to good not to blog.

You know, God will let you go through things just so He can get the glory in the end. I'm sorry, if I get a little preachy in this blog, but He was WAAAAAY to good to me today. In the midst of all my praying in that airport, I promised I'd give Him all the glory once I got on my flight! Let me share with you how RIDICULOUS my God is!!!!

As stated in my previous blog, I missed my flight this morning. American Airlines (the worst airline ever) overbooked EVERY. SINGLE. FLIGHT leaving the airport. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.  Over the course of waiting in the airport for 12 hours, I spoke to probably over 15 people over a course of eight, (count it, EIGHT) different flight gates. 

1st flight: oversold

2nd flight: oversold

3rd flight: 6 on standby list.

4th flight: 10 on standby list. Not a chance

5th flight. back to being 6th on standby list.

6th flight: #2 on standby list. Just missed the flight

7th flight: oversold

So flight number eight. At this point, 

1. I've cried in front of three agents. (By the way, NOT intentional. Totally hate crying in front of ANYONE, let alone looking completely pathetic in front of a bunch of people.)

2. Been through security twice because I went back up to the front desk to see if I get get a confirmed flight the following morning. Yea, what they told me at first was that it would cost me $150 to confirm a later flight. Come to find out, it was actually $420. Can't go that route.

3. Contemplated buying a first class ticket for $600 just so I could get out the airport.

4. Spoke to AA customer service on the phone. The agent on the phone was totally rude. 

5. Told I'd be on standby till Tuesday...and the agent had the nerve to add a laugh after saying that.

ugh...etc. etc....I won't even go thru the rest because it's exhausting to even think about. 

So in the midst of all that, I got real religious. I'm not even gonna front. I was speaking in tongues at one point. (Stop laughing.) This old black lady just kept encouraging me. 

"Aw baby, don't even worry about it. You'll get on tonight." OH PLEASE STOP TALKING! I FEEL THE TEARS WELLING UP AGAIN!!!

So after getting denied at the seventh flight, the black lady comes up to me again. "Sweetheart, stay positive. It's good that you're traveling alone because if there's a couple ahead of you and they only have one seat, they'll put you on the flight. Just stay positive, just stay positive," she said as she patted me on the back. I was a hot crying mess at this point. I'd held it in way to long. 

So I'm waiting at gate number eight and I hear the announcement "Ladies and gentleman, this flight is completely checked in. We will let standby passengers know if there are any available seats after we've boarded the plane." Great. I'd heard that announcement 4 times by now. I started scoping the chairs and the floor for a good place to sleep for the night. I'd decided at that point that I wasn't going to call Natalia if I couldn't get on a flight that day. I know she would have come out, but I had already had her make an unnecessary 2nd trip to the airport when I thought I would get a confirmed flight out the next day. Plus the thought of missing the earliest flight the next day by going home kept looming over my head. AND....I have nothing... No deoderant, no toothbrush...NOTHING....why....cause my bag's already in Lubbock. Lovely.

"Last call for passenger Anita..."

oh my goodness...Hope? But wait, there's the same two guys rushing the desk: an older white guy, and a spanish man. They've been waiting standby along with me all day. Surely one of them is ahead of me. I curled back into my jacket which I'd fashioned into a pillow. The spanish man kept pestering the agent in Spanish. "Sir, I need to check the plane before I confirm you on the flight. Just hold on." At this point, the plane was already being held for 30 minutes.

Ten minutes later the agent comes from the plane, "HERNANDEZ!" The spanish man rushes the desk. "Two? No I only have one seat. Where is she? NURSE!" At this point, the spanish man is in a FRENZYYYY, pointing to his wife, 

"No. Her." the agent enforced, POINTING AT ME.  "Go now, the plane's about to leave. Seat 21D."

OH. MY. GOD.

I literally ran towards the gate yelling "thank you Jesus!"

Now that's not even the good part..... THIS is the crazy part...

I get to my seat....lol....this is crazy......it's an AISLE seat....get this....in the EXIT row!

COMEON' SOMEBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread!!!

I have seen the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living!!!

What shall I return to the LORD for all his goodness to me?!?!?!?!

Let me tell you - I'm not one to do any shoutin' in church, but I coulda HI STEPPED my way up and down the aisle of that plane, I TELL YOU WHAT!!!!! LOLOL! Folks already thought I was crazy. All I could say was "Thank you Jesus! Thank you Jesus!" soundin' like Adrian Jiminez. LOLOLOLOLOL. 

I'm tryin to TELL yall! God will allow you to go through things to show you His GLORY!!!! COMEON NOW! Let me stop! Bout to ruin my press! LOLOL