On a cold Friday morning, I opened my Bible, sitting cross-legged on my bedroom carpet. As I prayed, I felt a sudden urge to pray for airlines and their pilots, asking God to bless and protect them. Why did I do this? Despite my new found love of flying, I truly believe that the Holy Spirit led me to pray. Later that afternoon when I checked the news, I saw the terrifying report of the Fort Lauderdale airport shooting.  My heart broke. So many lives were lost, hurt, and traumatized. I felt chills run down my spine as I realized why God had led me to pray. When I looked back…