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I’m sitting in Nairobi, hoping the fatigue I feel will overcome the adrenaline and allow me to fall asleep tonight. Not sure it can though because from the moment I realized my flight from Houston was delayed, adrenaline stepped in, and I’ve been running on it ever since.
And, I do mean running.
In fact, in all my travels, and there have been a few, I ran to more gates in the past 24 hours than in all the rest of my life, combined. I made it to the one in London, but apparently, my luggage did not.
That’s a first for me, too.
Thank goodness there are clothes in my carry-on.
It’s funny, actually. I did make it to the gate in Newark, but I wasn’t allowed to board because my luggage had not arrived. I’m thinking no one checked on that when I boarded the alternate flight to London or when I ran to the gate once I got there. Oh well.
Just like I know God was in control of the details all day yesterday, rerouting my flight to a city I’ve always wanted to see (an hour in an airport might not offer much of a view, but I have finally “been” to London) to putting me on a partially full flight that allowed a whole lot more comfort on a nine hour flight, I know that he also knows exactly where my bags are and will bring them to me at the proper time.
He also knew what I suspected: one of my babies is getting sick. Pray for her, will you? Pray for her daddy, too. And, all my little ones. I will always feel a part of me is at home here in Nairobi, but my husband and my kids are my home in a way no city ever will be. I miss them….and I appreciate your prayers.