I left the office Thursday to catch a flight from Little Rock to Nashville for a General Commission of United Methodist Men leaders’ meeting. Of course, that meant I first had to fly to Dallas to get to Nashville. Just as I was about to board the plane in Little Rock, my Dallas to Nashville flight was canceled because of the snowstorm barrelling through Tennessee. With the help of some wonderful people, I was rebooked on a late evening flight and placed on standby for a late afternoon flight. Soon the late afternoon flight was canceled, and it looked to me like the late night might be as well, so I got a hotel at the airport and booked a new flight early Friday morning. Or in this case flights, because I was routed through Raleigh-Durham to get to Nashville. It was smooth sailing, although I had no idea where my luggage was. When I arrived in Nashville, my app indicated my bag had just been placed on the plane in Dallas and was scheduled to get there in a little over two hours. So I waited and, when the plane arrived, went to the baggage claim. And waited some more, until finally I was able to get it. After an uneventful Lyft ride, I finally made it to the hotel and am blessed by my time with leaders of United Methodist Men. As I’ve reflected on all of this, I’ve realized it’s a lot like the journey of getting to God. It involves twists, turns, unexpected delays and changes of plans. But when you finally get there, you will realize it was all worth it because you will find yourself closer to God than you ever imagined possible.