It was early morning in San Francisco when I had the Uber driver drop me off at the airport. I always get nervous when I fly alone because I fear getting left behind, or worse yet, that my luggage and I won’t wind up at the same destination! So, I like to arrive at least two hours ahead of my flight (yes, I’m THAT woman).
With so many gates, multiple terminals, luggage and airplanes how do they keep it all organized? It just boggles my mind.
This particular morning, I checked my suitcase in and watched as it got tagged and thrown onto a conveyor belt with all the other bags. My fellow travelers and I hoping for the best.
I spent the next hour waiting in various important lines TSA, Starbucks, the oatmeal line…
On the way to my gate I walked over to one of the many windows to take a quick glance outside. As I looked out the window and then down, I saw fourteen large luggage carts. Each cart holding hundreds of suitcases all different shapes, colors, and sizes.
What happened next startled me.
Even under the cover of darkness in the early morning hours, at the fifth busiest airport in the nation- with three terminals and multiple gates, among hundreds of suitcases – my eyes went straight to my very own suitcase!
At first, I thought it was a suitcase that just looked like mine but then I saw the tag I use to set it apart from all the others.
Awestruck, I thought what are the chances of that?
As single women it’s easy to feel like just another “carry-on” traveling to “Lonelyville.” A place where everyone else has a special someone, thumbprint cookies on tiered trays, tiny little waists and designer handbags. Isn’t that how fantasies go?
My precious friend, as the leaves change color, Christmas displays come out, and the holiday season begins, I hope you will keep this story tucked under your cap as a sweet reminder that, just like my suitcase, God never loses sight of us.
For the eyes of the LORD roam throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to him.
Here’s looking at you,