I considered the added pleasure of a complimentary manicure with the sample polish but was dissuaded by another woman in the store who applied sample cream to face. She told me once she was so zealous in her application that guilt got her and she went back to buy the expensive stuff. I didn't want to face the same cosmetic contrition.
What to do with a three hour layover...
Calsthetics were completed in the restroom; I did stretches and 30 jumping jacks. And inspired another woman to stretch as well -- we discussed airport exercise classes: probably a genius/bank business venture.
I ate a complete dinner including salad, chips and peanut M&Ms. And avoided the pricey "smart" water thanks be to God-- the woman at the checkout told me point blank that it was six dollars. I wonder if she instinctively knew my budget or if she gives everyone that save/sage advice. I asked for tap water instead and the guy who filled the plastic cup warned me, "It's not healthy water."
Thank you, New York City. Please excuse me while I get out my Bunsen burner, travel-sized collapsible pot and boil it. (This facet-fresh water had a crisp minerally taste a grade above the water from the house where I was raised).
Other fun adventures include people I encountered.
I observed a woman who donned a shirt with the wings on the back--almost as if she was ready to run down the runway and spread wide her arms. Here we go… Ready for lift off!
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Another woman I met had a different kind of heavenly experience.
Another woman I met had a different kind of heavenly experience.
My seat buddy on the flight to New York City was overcome with Believer joy. She is a motivational speaker who teaches kids how to make goals, encourage one another, and the live as champions through a presentation that includes yo-yo and magic tricks.
We shared stories of how God acted in our lives, and how His timing is impeccable.
A couple years ago, she heard a voice inside her tell her to apply for a job offer she received in a random email she had deleted because she thought it was scam.
The Spirit told her to apply for the job using her phone. She called the company and it turned out it was the last day to apply and there was one spot left.
The job took her to a different state two weeks before she had planned to go overseas.
She originally balked at the offer to stay stateside, but again heard a voice inside her say "You will meet your husband there." And she did--eight months later, right when she put in her job resignation.
Now she is overseas for the same amount of weeks that her husband has to travel for his job. Again the timing was Divinely planned.
Thank you, God, for this woman, and for the airport employee who tracked down my bag after I lost the luggage slip, and the lady who escorted me and another gentleman (who let me follow him) to a different building so we could find our departure gate.
My sister and her fiancé took me to the airport and watched me all the way through security-- they waved with enthusiasm, and sent me a love text .
All these encounters are little signs of God's enormous love for me. Thank you, Father, for escorting me on this trip.
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