“I’ll be the first to admit that I’m the world’s worst flyer. As soon as I sit in my crammed little seat, strap myself in and see the door of the plane seal shut, my palms drip with sweat and my stomach is in my throat. I panic before the wheels leave the ground.
“But when my best friend moved to California and asked me to visit, I simply didn’t have the time off to take a cross-country road trip. So I made myself fly despite my intense sense of doom.
“On the morning of my flight, I said a quick prayer that God would put the right person in the seat next to me…maybe a life coach or a psychologist or a plane mechanic who could convince me that this flying tin can was safer than travel by car.
“Unfortunately, I got a window seat next to a teenager glued to a space alien video game on his laptop. I held my breath through takeoff, and I counted six more hours until landing. Closing my eyes, I prayed even harder for God to give me peace, ease my fear and ensure me I was safe.
“Just then, the boy shut off his game and laid his head back for a nap. Great, Lord…now I don’t even have that to distract me. How I wish You’d put someone comforting in that seat! Just as I finished my internal complaining, I noticed the teen’s screen saver in big letters against a marbled background…and I realized I had someone comforting with me the whole time. The screen saver said: STAY CALM AND PRAY ON.” —Rosa Carreras, 42, Miami