With no time to blog, I am already shaking my head in disbelief and I haven’t even boarded the plane to El Salvador. Adventures have already begun…
I went to FedEx/Kinko’s to make copies of my passport this evening. I haven’t stopped moving since this morning, it’s ridiculous how much I need to do before tomorrow at 4am.
After running many errands, I returned home and began arranging my suitcase with all the junk I’m bringing. My husband was on his cell phone talking to our oldest OS at West Point. Lorraine, the missionary we will be visiting, called from El Salvador on our home phone. As she was talking to my husband, I heard my husband saying to Lorraine, “Bring your passport.” Apparently this was in response to something Lorraine had said on the other line.
So that got me to thinking…where is my passport? “Hmmm, I wonder where that little passport of mine is located?” I thought to myself. And thusly, I began shuffling and rifling through everything, I got this sick feeling. My search soon turned frantic when I realized that I had two copies of my passport but the original was not among the stack of papers I had with me from FedEx/Kinko’s.
I’d like to say I gently spoke to my DH and requested his help but that would be a lie. I FREAKED OUT! I’M BOARDING A PLANE IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS AND MY PASSPORT IS GONE! GAAAAAAA!
The time was 8:14pm and I knew for sure that the FedEx/Kinko’s was closed and my year long prayer to go to El Salvador was not going to happen. This particular store is located in a less traveled part of town, there was no way they would be open. I was doomed.
But I was wrong! Mark called the FedEx/Kinko’s and to my amazement, a human person answered the phone. They were still open! When he inquired if they had found a passport, the guy said someone else found it:
IN THE PARKING LOT
IN THE DARK
IN THE RAIN
ON THE GROUND
Without delay, we raced over and it was like seeing an old friend as I kissed my beautiful passport and praised the Lord for this small miracle. Y’all, the store closes at 9pm. I had only 46 minutes to retrieve that passport before I would have created a whole lot of trouble for myself and others. Maybe even had to cancel the trip! The way I see it, the Lord put all these pieces together and reacquainted me with that precious document with little time to spare. There is no other reasonable explanation. I am still shaking my head in disbelief at my own stupidity and forgetfulness and even more so at the awesome God I serve.
Mi cabeza esta loca that’s for sure! I’m leaving on a jet plane,
Here I am Lord, send me!
Praise God for a soggy passport!! We’ll be praying for you! :-)Vaya con Dios!