Angels attending

Right before our last flight out of MI, I asked a few of my fiends in passing to say a prayer for me and our three young children in our travels. I used to stress out flying with one baby and I knew flying with three was not going to be a breeze. We spent the last night in MI at the Berwalds house as our house was empty. They were really nice and let us use their guest suite. Kevin dropped us off at the airport and we promised to keep in touch and invited them to the beach house any time they want. When I got to the counter they had trouble checking me in. After a few minutes we realized that my flight had left an hour earlier. "How could it be?" I thought! With something this important, don't you take extra precautions to make sure everything is perfect? Don't you check and recheck flight times?? Well somehow I must have entered my flight time wrong in my phone. How this happened I have no idea but I was astounded to learn that I would be able to try to fly standby on two flights that, if I could board, I would be able to get home just a few hours later. The chances weren't good. They were both full flights and I had 4 people. For one moment I was upset. I said "Heavenly Father, after so many prayers, why couldn't you have just prompted me to look one more time at my tickets??" then I knew that it was not His fault, it was mine and there was only myself to blame and I said a prayer that he would help me get through the day. My typical panic gave way to reassurance and I knew that no matter what happened, that at some point I would get there and that the timing was not really all that important. I consider it a miracle that we were able to board both flights and arrive in Utah before dark. It was a long day and the children were very good but very tired. As we disembarked I saw a woman turn around and walk back down the gangplank to ask me if she could assist me out to baggage claim. I gladly accepted her kind offer. On our walk I learned that her husband was a stake president and he had taught seminary for years. She had been a stake relief society president. They were the Pendletons. They were so nice and helpful and waited with me until we had our baggage and a place to sit and wait for my parents to arrive. When I turned on my phone I had a text message from Jen Cranney. She said, I prayed that angels would attend you today. I am sure Heavely Father inspired Sister Pendleton to be my angel and I am sure she was not my only assistance. God is always with us. Of this I am sure.