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Last week I went to a writer’s conference in Tennessee.  A friend and I had originally planned to drive, but quickly talked ourselves out of it and flew instead.  For the two hours flying up and two hours flying back, I reminisced about my one-time desire to be a Braniff stewardess.  In the 70’s that was THE place to be and be seen … Oleg Cassini jets, size 8 designer uniforms, traveling all around the world!

Yes, I envisioned a fast-paced lifestyle on the arms of movie producers and recording stars.  But my dream came to a crashing halt when my brother proclaimed, “You know they weigh you every week.”  What?  I ran to my room and cried myself to sleep.  My battle of the bulge destroyed any desires I had for independence and a glamorous position.  Why wasn’t God giving me what I wanted?

I’m glad my prayer to be a stewardess never came to fruition.  Observing the flight assistants on last weekend’s trip, I realize how hard they work and how much responsibility they have for the safety and comfort of their travelers.  Flying is not something I would have enjoyed, and certainly not a job I would have succeeded in.  I have trouble flying twice a year!


I agree with Garth Brooks about prayer when he penned these lyrics:

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you’re talkin’ to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn’t answer doesn’t mean he don’t care
Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers


Lord, thank you for putting a stop to this prayer of mine before it even got off the ground!



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