Time passed. Deadlines were met and achieved. Our task was accomplished and it was time to head for home.
We packed up and said our farewells. We had done everything we set out to do. It was finished. And we could leave with peace in our hearts. Some goodbyes are never easy, but they have to be said. And having been said, we had to leave.
Thanks to Flo, we negotiated the route back to the place where we had picked up the car. Somehow, I always find the return journey more challenging. Things look different when you’re going the other way. And in the pile of spaghetti that was the roads system, many of which were one way, we would never have found our way back to where we had to go. Perhaps our friendly Londoner of several days ago was even wiser than we thought.
But we arrived and deposited the car, keys and Flo back where they belonged. Another much-needed coffee and a snack were enjoyed before we hopped on our bus and headed for the terminal.
We were very early for our plane, but nonetheless, had not been able to check in with seats the night before. Once again we were apart and in the middle seats.
But I refused to be daunted. By now I knew God was faithful in every aspect of our journey and I believed He had a plan.
So I asked the steward at check-in if she could give us aisle seats, even if we were not close to one another.
“The plane is completely full. There’s no chance of an aisle seat. I’m sorry.”
So were we, but I was not giving up. I don’t believe there is ‘no chance’ with God – unless a middle seat was part of His plan. In which case I was happy to accept it and see what unfolded. We relaxed and filled in our time browsing the shops, eating and reading, until it was time to board.
Once again I asked. This time the steward told us it was unlikely, but he would hang on to our boarding passes and meet us on the plane. He would see what he could do.
We sat in the disembarking lounge not too far from the door through to the passage that led to the plane. When our section of seats was called we were held up by a group of people who were standing, chatting, waiting for their own section to be announced. Eventually, we managed to ask them to move aside, and we were the last ones on the plane in our block.
Our steward was there, holding our boarding passes, looking around searching for someone.
“Are you looking for us?” I asked.
“Oh, there you are. Yes, I have two seats for you.”
And he led us to two front-of-section seats where both of us could sit together, move around as we pleased, and stretch our legs out to our hearts’ content.
As we took off for the final leg of our journey we high-fived for the last time.
“That’s God …” and we smiled at each other, marvelling at His hand in our whole journey.
That’s my God …