what is meant to be will always find a way

Getting Charlie to Honduras has just gotten more difficult. I called Continental airlines yesterday to make the reservation for Charlie (you can only make a live animal reservation as far as 3 days in advance), and they informed me that this was high season and they could not accomodate him. I was furious! I have been speaking with the cargo office for weeks now planning Charlie's trip, and they were all aware of his departure and arrival cities, and failed to mention anything about a high season. And it's not like I just spoke to one person...multiple people discussed flight schedules and times, and none of them said anything about him not being able to fly. They told me that because it's a peak travel season, and because of weight restrictions, there isn't any room for him....on any flights until August. :( After hysterically crying and yelling at the poor supervisor in the cargo office, he told me to call on Monday to speak with a manager. I'm going to try it out...but if he can't help, Charlie will have to stay in BG until August or September.

After spending my entire Saturday very depressed about the possibility of not having Charlie on my initial trip, I went to church this morning for the first time in too long. I feel like God sent me there for a reason...the sermon was about prayer and trusting God. And one particular scripture that the pastor mentioned was, I think, directed right towards me: "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." - Philippians 4:6-8.

Planning this trip has been very stressful, and adjusting to my new home is going to be even harder. All of this is made worse because I suffer from anxiety disorder. Although it is controlled by medication, I am very worried about my emotional state for the first few months while I'm in Honduras. I felt that taking Charlie with me would help me through my adjustments since he comforts me. After hearing from the airline yesterday that he might not be able to go, and then hearing the sermon this morning, I feel like maybe God is telling me to put my faith in Him instead of relying on a dog for comfort. Who knows, I may be reading into it too much, like most women do; but I also believe that everything happens for a reason. :)

I'll post an update about Charlie as soon as I hear something tomorrow.