I suppose I could have written to you about it last night, but it seemed a little close for comfort. It was crazy.
The moment I want to talk about is this moment of calm in the midst of my hectic departure from Austin.
As I was rushing through security, about to miss my plane, I looked down. On the ground, just before the metal detector, was a shiny, heads-up, lucky penny.
I almost picked it up.
But I didn't because I was about to go through the metal detector! Turns out I didn't need luck. Just a lot of prayer.
I made my flight. I'm in Wheaton with one of my best friends from high school.
I just wondered how many people have thought about picking that penny up.
Do you think someone put it there to mess with all of us?