Dinner and a Jet

Every year, like clockwork, our uncle flies out to Scottsdale for his annual guys’ golf trip. And every year, we get the same invitation: “Let’s do breakfast or dinner while I’m in town!” It’s become a little tradition—Angie and I finding the right night to meet up and settling in for rich conversation that always circles back to how we see God at work in our lives. We talk about world events, leadership, swap stories, and without fail, walk away feeling encouraged and loved.

This year was no different—until it totally was.

While juggling calendars and coordinating schedules, we landed on dinner Wednesday night. We mentioned that we were flying to Texas the next day, and without skipping a beat, he said, “I’m flying back to Texas on Thursday too. You should just come with me.”

Now, I already knew he had his own plane. But this was the first time we’d ever been invited to hop on board.

So we did.

Thursday afternoon , Angie and I showed up at the Deer Valley airport and boarded our very first private jet. One hour and fifteen minutes later, we were in Lubbock—no lines, no TSA shuffle, just smooth skies and a ton of gratitude.

What started as a dinner plan turned into an unforgettable experience and a sweet reminder of how God weaves joy, connection, and unexpected blessings into our everyday lives.

—Bobby