Blurred eyed I turned out of bed rushing to get dressed for me to leave home and get to the airport on time.
A long awaited holiday was about to happen and excitement took hold of me that I barely slept. It was as if I was almost a child looking forward to something rather exciting.
I was so heavily stressed from work and family that all I wanted to do was to get away as soon as possible from them all.
The car I hired from the previous day turned up earlier than expected, buzzing with the thought that I am about to be free from problems, I grabbed my bags and hurried to the waiting car not bothering to check whether or not I had the correct bags.
It was a magnificent morning, as we cruise along the road the rising sun spread its beautiful glow across the sky, the feelings of joy and peace flooded my being releasing all the years of burden that weighed me down. It was the first time in many years that I was alone, drinking the early morningís fresh air and could concentrate on the beauty of Godís creation. My dream came to an abrupt end when the driver announced that we are nearing the airport and wanted to know which terminal we had to go too.
A few minutes later he put me off at the airport and left. It was early in the morning so the airport was not crowded. My flight was due to leave in another hour so we had to check in immediately. Being light and free in my spirit I hurried to the check out and waited patiently in line for my turn to check in.
When I got to the desk and looked into my bag for my passport, I could not believe that I took the wrong bag and left the bag with my passport at home.
To express the anguish and disappointment that I went through is impossible, as I headed to rebook another flight and to organise a way to retrieve the right handbag that contained my passport. I was fortunate to get another flight later that day.
As I have already indicated my last holiday with my young children had been a number of years ago. I was aware that I was heavily stressed but thought that my young family around me was enough and did not see a holiday as an important part of my life. However, I became over burdened and knew I must get away from it all or I might not be able too manage.
What a relief it was when I finally sat comfortable in the aircraft and it was really coasting along the runway to take off.
As the aircraft settle nicely in the sky with little or no indication that I am flying, I ignored my two companions that were sitting next to me, closed my eyes and began to dream.
I saw the greatness of God. I thought if man could create a machine that could take us in hours across the oceans, which is great, how about the greatness of the creator? He made the universe with us like him able to create stuff almost to perfection. I thought what a great privilege we have. I thought of us turning our backs on him. How broken hearted he must have been. Then I thought about the passport that I left behind. How fortunate I was to be on the aircraft that day.
Then I thought about my relationship with God. I realised that I was concentrating more on myself and forgetting he was there ready to take care of me if I let him. I did let him take me over from then.
My holiday was different, I returned home being thoroughly renewed and really strong ready to take on any battle that came my way and there were no shortage of battles too date.
I am talking about roughly thirty-two years ago when I allowed God to take care of me and I have no regrets.
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