So in between cleaning like a mad woman and guzzling down coffee, I popped over to check my email.
And the friendly people at Continental had sent me a notice about our flights tomorrow.
We don't leave at 6. We leave at 8:30.
You would've thought I'd be on top of important information like that.
Also makes me wonder what else I've forgotten in my preparations.
It's incidents like these that make me so glad that He doesn't leave me to my own wits to survive.
And so thankful that He goes before us, preparing hearts, opening doors, closing them, leading, guiding...
And even sending out emails to ensure that this scatterbrain doesn't miss her flight.
Now, back to the toilets...