She looked out the window as she realized they had started their descent…but then the pilot’s voice came on letting them know that they had just been diverted to Oklahoma due to weather in Dallas.
Thanks for joining us for Wednesday’s Word with Kim-Evinda and Trench Classes United. What do you do when you’re delayed unexpectedly? Today’s blog reveals an opportunity to obey because of such a delay. It’s a bit of a long story so settle in for a few minutes.
As the plane began to touch down, i turned my phone on to see if there was a message from American Airlines, knowing I had missed my connecting flight. When the phone had fully powered on, the message was there: “We’ve already booked your new connection.” My mouth dropped as I read the time of the new flight. I would not arrive to my destination for 36 hours! “We’re going to lose a whole day of filming,” I said to myself, “not to mention I have no idea where I’m going to sleep!”
By the time I got off the plane, I had rebooked a different flight, but I was still stranded for the night. As thoughts of filming, and my luggage hit me like a tidal wave, I reached out to one of the airline stewards and asked for directions. He was kind, but not much help as this was the first time this had happened to him as well. The proof that God was with me was that I was strangely calm!
I made it downstairs by 8:45 p.m., and when I found the customer service line to be almost two miles long, I felt like a helium balloon that lost its helium. “Don’t panic,” I told myself. I think I’m getting hangry.” Common sense told me to get dinner first then deal with this situation. After enjoying my Ahi tuna on leafy greens and a glass of wine and a great exchange of Biblical views with a young man, I went to stand in line.
It was 11:55 p.m. before I made it to the customer service agent who offered to print my new boarding passes – which was a good thing considering their ap wouldn’t download them for me. ☹😊She then informed me that I was eligible for a hotel voucher. When I asked what hotel, and where, I left the offer on the counter for a few reasons, so my only alternative was to find a place to sit…and wait.
My first opportunity to obey because of the delay happened the next morning on my first flight. I was determined to sleep; God had other plans and i was too tired to argue with Him. No matter how tired I was, He was already to offer hope and encouragement through me to someone.
But the biggest opportunity happened later, after finally getting to Asheville and learning my luggage didn’t make it with me so we would have to return three hours later to pick it up. Again, I was strangely calm, knowing that He was in control and I wasn’t.
The three of us went downtown for dinner and got caught up on events in life. I felt myself getting passionately frustrated and then stopped as God reminded me of our only responsibility: to be ready and help get others ready.
Since we still had two hours left before going to retrieve my luggage, we decided to go for a walk. As we were enjoying the cool breeze in downtown Asheville, a blood-curdling scream stopped us in our tracks. Again, and again, the scream rang through the quiet town. “Somebody found out somebody died,” I said to Steve and James. At James’ suggestion, we stopped and prayed over the screamer, and the situation and then began to walk again. Again, the scream, and James said, “She’s over there.” “Where?” I asked. “To your left, and she has a little boy in the backseat.”
The only way to describe what happened next is to say the next 15 minutes were powered by His Spirit for I have NEVER done anything like this before. I looked at Steve and James and told them I was going over to her and going to pray for her.
When I came up to her in her car, her window was down, and the first thing that greeted me was her tattoos literally from head to toe. She sat with one leg up on the dashboard, her hands in her face while talking to someone on the phone who I later learned was her mom. The best way to describe the little boy in the backseat is to say that while he looked nervous, he also looked like he was used to this type of breakdown from his mom.
I gently put my hand on her shoulder, asked if she was okay to which she replied no, and began to scream-cry again, though not as loudly. Her son pointed behind him that that was her husband’s house, while she began to explain that her and her boyfriend were in a fight, that he was blowing her off. Had I met the woman at the well, I wondered?
Empathy took over and washed any form of judgment that I might have in my human condition. The words that came out of my mouth were definitely other-worldly, coming from the Father’s heart to her ears and hopefully to her soul. And after speaking them, I firmly but kindly asked her to look at me and repeat I am good enough. “But what if I just don’t believe it, she said in between sobs. “Say it anyway!” And she did, not once but twice.
I reminded her of how much God loves her, that He had sent me over to her to tell her that, that she was good enough and no one should have that much power over her. I then vaguely remember praying for her, and asking her mom if she was close by, to which she said she was and would be there within a few moments. My last words to her were, “Remember, God says you are good enough,” and were met with a countenance so different from the one I had walked up on.
The next morning as I relayed this to my dietician, these words came to me and rendered me humbled: He used this delay because He knew I’d obey! This divine appointment had nothing to do with me but my availability. Can I encourage you to be on the lookout for a delay in your life; it just might present an opportunity to obey Him and help others get ready for His return.