Day one...

Well, I officially survived my first day of traveling and getting settled in and seeing the city...not with a coupld mishaps to start it off, though.

I'm pretty sure God through a test at me right away, first thing this morning just to see if I trusted him and I'll be honest...I'm not sure I did very well.

I got to the airport on time, so that was fine...and I checked my bags and that was fine...and when I was checking in they gave me a seat request card, which I thought was a little weird but whatever...so after a little confusion I went through security...and this is where it went a little downhill...First of all the guy behind me was in a huge hurry and practically pushing me through the security check, shoving my bins along before I've had a chance to take off my shoes or unload my laptop or anything so I was annoyed about that. And then in his hurry he whips off his belt, snapping me in the arm with it as he's taking it off and with no apology and it hurt! Then we're through waiting for our bags and such to come through the machine and he butts in front of me, as if him shuffling me out of the way is going to magically put his stuff in front of mine...it didn't for the record but I waited to get my stuff because I was done dealing with his rudeness by that point...so I then go to the gate, a little grouchy, only to find out that they've overbooked the flight by 11 and I'm 8th on the list to get a seat...what?...I call my dad who is standing on the other side of security but all I can do is sit tight and wait and I just may end up on another plane causing me to get into New York 3 hours later than I'm supposed to...and by this time I don't have much hope of getting on the plane after hearing some businessmen discussing how giving up a seat is not worth whatever the compensation is...great...I did try to pray, but it wasn't very heartfelt at all and I just didn't think it was going to happen...

Well, guess what! At least 8 people ended up giving up their seats, much to my astonishment and I was on...and grateful,,,and feeling ashamed for not trusting that it would be taken care of...then, though, I had to have another reality check on the plane because I was not feeling very loving to the human population what with security check guy, and snobby business men, and the guy who was sitting in my window seat on the internet on his phone not even looking out the window, and the 5 chatty ladies behind me...I realized I was sitting there still feeling grouchy on the plane and not being completely grateful that I had even made the flight...and I know there are going to be days where I just don't want to love anyone and nothing seems to be working out, but I can't let that get to me because then I'll fail at what it is God has me here to do this summer and at seeing what awesome things He's doing in this city...