CHAPTER 4
Chelsea blinked up at the stranger. A message from God? It sounded like something her mom would arrange. Hire some weirdo on Craigslist to stalk Chelsea on her flight and make small talk about Jesus, remind Chelsea that there were about a million ways she could become a better Christian if she just set her mind to it.
Chelsea stared and didn’t know what to say.
Despite her obvious age, Grandma Lucy showed no signs of pain or stiffness when she squatted down in the aisle to bring herself to Chelsea’s eye level.
“I wasn’t supposed to be on this flight,” she began. “But the airlines changed my itinerary, and wouldn’t you know it, I told the Lord that if he wanted to disrupt my plans, he’s more than welcome to. I figure that if he put me on a different flight, it’s because there’
