Made it to Frankfurt on the overnight flight from Chicago. Long walks and longer lines. I stepped out of one line at EU Immigration to check on which line was the correct one.

When I returned to the line, a chubby fellow originally behind me objected when i asked to re-enter the line. A kind woman on her way to Vienna spoke up and invited me in line ahead of her. She asked what I had found about if the line was correct.

I learned again—twice recently— to gracefully leave room for God to handle things gently, rather than letting my sweaty fatigue and Patrick temper get the better of the situation.

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