Last week, my oldest needed to fly from Amarillo (where he went to youth camp with our former church) to Dallas (close to the town we now live in)...ALONE. He had flown by himself before, the flight was non-stop, and he's almost 14. No worries, right?
I knew he'd be in good hands. My parents were dropping him off, and his dad, brother, and I were picking him up at Love Field, a much smaller airport than the other airport in Dallas.
But God knew my mommy's heart was a little bit concerned. And guess what He did?
He put my son's best friend, Weston, and Weston's mom, on Jordan's flight! Their earlier flight to Dallas had been cancelled...and since they were all on Southwest, the three of them could sit together.
I'd been disappointed for Jordan that he hadn't gotten to spend more time with Weston before we moved. I had even thought about it on the way to the airport to pick up Jordan.
And then, when we saw him at Love Field, he said the flight was "Awesome!" and told us about Weston.
Don't you love how God cares about every little detail of our lives? :)