Texas!

That's what I was looking at right before the unthinkable occurred. It all happened so fast. You might think there was turbulence involved, or maybe someone bumped me since I was sitting in the aisle seat.

Nope. I just spazzed out and my knee bumped the tray table, spilling the cup of wine all over my pants. Here's what it looked like:


I had a good laugh about this. I pushed the "flight attendant" button, and she brought me some club soda and paper towels to clean myself up. The club soda actually worked really well; it got most of the stain out. Then when I got here to Christy's house, Teri washed them for me and got the stain right out.

But now back to the airplane. I was going to sip some of wine and read some of Acts. I did a little of both before the accident. There was a young woman sitting next to me. Being so nosey, I looked over to see what she was reading and I caught the end of a hand-written letter:

"You're a friend, sexy, smart,

Kenan"

She was reading a couple of love letters from someone named Kenan. I was trapped in the moment for a couple of seconds. Here was this woman reading love letters from this guy named Kenan, and here I am reading God's love letter to me. Then I started thinking about "What if God's name was Kenan..." Haha, I won't continue that thought, but it was a cool moment paired with being stained by the blood of Christ, literally.