Last week, I took four flights to be with my family as we honored my 95-year-old Grandmother who went to the Lord. I had been praying for this trip for years, knowing Grandma’s time was limited and that I would end up on a plane at some point. God worked out the details in such a way that I took four flights in total (instead of two). He also opened many doors for the Gospel the entire week. As a result of the Gospel going forth, two people desired rebirth certificates. Praise God! The man sitting next to me on my last flight put it best when he said, “This is no accident.”