It was time for me to leave, finally. Skippy and I had hashed it out, in a scene in the Prague market that seemed so out of a movie that I appreciated the comedy of it even as my heart was racing. We had called a truce. Later, we would even forgive each other. I had had a decent vacation in this beautiful city, and because I wandered around it alone so much, I really got to know and love
Because I was flying on free miles, I had an overnight layover in
The problem is, I was in
I was a little late, but still had plenty of time. The airport’s few signs were in Italian so I asked someone which line I should stand in to get my boarding pass. I stood in line for forty five minutes, got up to the front, and was told, rudely, that I was in the wrong line.
Now I was getting a bit worried – my plane was due to leave in thirty minutes. I went to the other counter where I had been directed and tried to get in line, but the line was more like a seething mob. Someone was on strike – someone is always on strike in
I looked at the other counter, with its own seething mob, and knew that I would never make my flight if I stood in line again. Spending another day here was unthinkable. I had to get home. Sobbing, I took off running to the gate, because that was my only chance. It took a good five minutes for me to get there.
I reached my gate and the plane had already boarded. The woman at the counter said, “Hmm, there are no more coach seats available,” and I totally lost it - full on ugly cry. She looked at me with – could it be compassion? Yes! I saw compassion in her eyes! and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you on, don’t worry.” I thanked her, I wanted to kiss her feet. “It’s nothing. It’s ok. Are you ok? It’s ok. Here is your boarding pass. I put you in first class.”
Oh, yes she did. First class. From
I got on board, and thanked God profusely. What an ending to this crazy trip. Once more I repented of trying to make a relationship work with Skippy, of not seeking his counsel, of not obeying his law. And the Holy Spirit whispered to me:
“You are running yourself ragged for coach. Just trust in me, Missy, I am sending you first class. Wait and trust me.
I’m putting you in first class.”
I was unaware of it at the time, but Prague was the beginning of a season in my spiritual life. I was about to enter into the Refiner's fire. God had big plans for the year to come, and I believe he was making his presence very known to me as he prepared to consume some of my dross.
The refining ended in March of 2001. I think I will post about that sometime later. It's a good story. God has done amazing work in this little wisp's life.
A year and a half later, I got my first class ticket, my Ton O'Bricks. And I didn't have to work for it, didn't have to travel the world to find him. He came to me.
Praise be to God. I'm so glad I didn't get the cheap seats.