Recently my grandmother passed away, somewhat unexpectedly, and we needed to head home. We were unprepared and couldn’t afford the trip.
My family insisted we come home and offered to pay for the tickets and provide us with a car to drive. Even with such a generous gift there are still many small things that need to be purchased on a trip with 3 small boys and 3 dogs to leave behind.
We had to get there quickly because DH had to come home right after the funeral. We planned as best we could, still missing a few key things like how to unlock the front door for the dog sitter and accurate feeding instructions. We lost one night of sleep, finally got confirmed tickets at 4:30 am, and boarded our plane at 6 am. Everything was working very well for such short notice. We were even able to find tickets from the airport here to our destination with only one layover and no body scanners. A miracle! And at half the price! Another miracle.
On the flight we bought some snacks for the kids because I did not pack any food and we were all without breakfast. Not a good combo for a 3 hour flight.
Our layover was at DFW in Dallas where there was a USO. This meant free food and a safe place with cartoons to sit with the boys. Perfect. As we were checking in with the USO the flight attendant from our flight walked up to us to give us our money back. She said that military gets free snacks on flights and thanked my husband for his service.
On our second flight we were on a prop jet which the boys loved. The little ones fell asleep almost immediately and our oldest was content to watch iTunes on the laptop.
I don’t remember much about the second flight. I had been awake now for 28 hours. We got off the plane with our usual chaos, the boys eager to see Nana and their cousins.
As they all ran ahead a gentleman who was on the plane with us walked up beside me. He handed me a folded piece of money and simply said “God told me to give this to you.” I took it because I honestly didn’t know what else to do and asked him to repeat what he said. He repeated himself and said “You know?” I said I did know and thanked him.
He walked on and I didn’t see him again. As I finally caught up with my family at baggage claim I told my husband what just happened. I pulled out the bill and unfolded it to finally see he had given me a $100. We were surprised and very thankful.
After we returned home I realized I had taken a picture of our mysterious friend. I was playing with my camera settings during that flight and taking pictures of anything interesting near me.
So thank you friend whoever you may be. We don’t often see the results of how God uses us but many times we are the recipients of that faithful obedience.
Thank you Lord for caring for the birds of the field and our trip home. Nothing is too small or impossible for You. I am grateful for the reminder.
