So Many D's

Thispast Sunday night, Hubby and I were supposed to fly out of Minneapolis, headingto Seattle to visit his nephew for the week. I’d been watching the forecast thewhole previous week, and it kept saying that snow was heading our way. ButMinneapolis, Minnesota? Where a foot of snow is the same as an inch of snowanywhere else? Surely the eight to ten inches that was forecasted wouldn’taffect our flight.

8:30Sunday morning, twelve hours before our scheduled takeoff, I got a text fromthe airline saying our flight was cancelled. What? Twelve hours away! Anythingcould happen. Come on, people, give it a chance.

Hubbyand I reviewed all our options, tried to come up with every possible scenarioto save this trip, but it just didn’t feel like it was going to happen.

Wewere so disappointed. But then my pain jumped up again Monday morning and keptme miserable for three days, so maybe the trip would have been a wash anyway.

Disappointment.But nothing compared to what Jesus’ followers felt on the first Good Friday. Dismay,despair, desolation, dread. So many D’s.

Andwhat about Jesus? Death. An excruciatingly painful death on a cross.

ButSunday is coming.