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Sorry miss, you can't board today's flight.

The challenges began the moment I got to the airport on what was supposed to be my third visit to Sambo Creek, Honduras. "Sorry Miss, you can't board today's flight" was the after greeting I received when I handed my passport to the airline agent to check in. Immediately the dream I had many times in the past year came to to mind. NO, this can't be happening! The agent went on to explain that I would not be allowed to enter Honduras due to my passport expiring in 5 1/2 months. Honduras customs won't allow anyone in if their passport is withing 6 months of expiration. I was 2 weeks shy of this mark. So my trip began watching my travel companions walk towards their plane while I stared in bewilderment. I knew the devil wanted to bring me down at that moment, my plans turned to mush knowing their would be a team in Sambo Creek in 3 days and I'm now stuck unable to travel. I knew I had been warned of this day in my dreams during the past year. Mark, one of the guys going with me was the white haired man in my dreams. The dream that showed me many times I would miss my flight to somewhere. Now, my faith had to override my emotions so I could see the directions God was about to give.

My first taste of grace came when the airline employee assured me my ticket would still be good. I had 24 hours to clear up my passport and I would then be able to travel. 24 hours? Lord please take this wheel!

My 2nd taste of grace came, a few panic attacks later. (Lean not on your own understanding....)

I learned a drive to Miami was not an option and Atlanta and Houston were the only places I could get a same day passport. God showed me at that moment that he had been preparing his miracles for this day for some time. All the way back to a unused ticket from the previous year, when he stopped me from taking a trip that would not have glorified Him! This trip was the one and only trip I've every had to Honduras that transferred in Houston, not Miami.

So, within hours, my flight was changed to get me into Houston the next morning and fly out to Honduras that night. I had exactly 8 hours in Houston which became more than enough to get a new valid passport in hand.

In the meantime, the whole transportation thing once I got to Honduras needed to be figured out. Flying into San Pedro Sula (SAP) Honduras late at night did not leave me many options of transport to Sambo Creek, a 3 hour drive. In addition here comes another added expense to a trip that's already cost me more in passport fees than I had budgeted for the entire trip.

My 3rd taste of grace came when I learned the flight I was on from Houston to San Pedro Sula was the same flight as the team that was headed to Sambo Creek. Transportation to Sambo Creek solved. God is so faithful. He worked everything out and now my passport is good to travel to Honduras for another 9 1/2 years.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each hay has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Psalms 91:1-2


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