Well it's January 3rd and I got up after a phone call from my Honey who is a man that is not only ON TIME, but before time, that I might be ready to leave for airport at 7:30 a.m. I read my scriptures, prayed, ate breakfast and rushed to finish packing those last minute toiletries,etc. I was just about to walk out the door when I received a phone call on my cell asking me was I inside ill or what?! as my Honey was calling as he had been there for a while. (His clock is absolutely fast, but he says mine is slow). He was fussing (not discussing) but fussing, etc. I don't like to make him displeased in any way as I honor him too much; so we had a quiet ride to the airport.We arrived at the airport about 8:00 a.m. as plane was to leave at 9:12 as I was standing in line to get checked in, it came over the speaker "YOU MUST BE ON THE PLANE AT LEAST 20 MINUTES BEFORE PLANE IS SCHEDULED TO LEAVE OR YOU COULD FORFEIT YOUR SEAT." Well, it did not apply to me, so I moved as the line moved. I finally reached the Agent and they checked my bags in. I was scheduled to have assistance and Agent told me where to go for further instructions. When I went to that desk, the lady said, "No way can you make this flight, you are too late, so go schedule a later flight." In my heart I was saying, no way, can my Honey know about this, I've got to make this flight, please God, help me...again! I said again because once when I took Carletta to Oral Roberts University to register, I was on my way to the airport to return home, got lost and was on the wrong toll road, had to return rental car, etc. and a big truck tried to run me over and I prayed all the way asking God to hold up the plane so I could make my flight. I finally did everything I was suppose to do, got to the airport 20 minutes late (this was before 911), and when I got to the gate was informed that my plane would be 30 minutes late. Until this date, I still say that plane was held up for me. Well, once again, God, here I am, I need to get on this plane and you already know all the reasons why. The lady was yelling at me no way you will make it. In my heart it was coming to me, don't be discouraged, don't look at the water, but keep your eyes on Jesus and thank God for everything. That's exactly what I did. I did get back in the line and finally got to the front, was told by the Agent, you are not too late, etc. she called the gate and told them I was on my way, etc.
No wheelchair came, so I decided to walk, now on this day I had no pain or discomfort in my body at all, I walked what seemed like 10 miles, up and down steps, etc. to gate 33. I got there within 15 minute (not 20) minutes before the plane was to leave. No agent was at desk, and everyone was seated. I stood there until agent returned to desk. Upon her arrival she told certain class to board, then she asked if I was suppose to go on this plane, I said yes, I am the one that was suppose to come in a wheelchair but none were available so I just got here. She held the line up, and told everyone to stop and for me to be the first one on the plane. I was extremely happy, but felt very strange, the first time in my whole life was the first one on the plane. Yet, I was indeed grateful. (Thank you God)!
Just before we arrived in Memphis where my oldest brother would pick me up (with his busy self) the thought hit me that this trip would be different than any trip I have ever made returning home. Why was it so different, it was different because I would not see my mother. Later I told my brother how I felt, he told me he understood and he had gone by the house once and had no further desire to go by there. He asked if I wanted to go and of course I did, but I didn't want to ask. There was a young lady living there and I asked if I could come in to visit my mother's room. She identified me, and said yes. I went to my mom's room which was filled with things stored away and asked if I could return later.
That night I was so sad, and felt in my heart that I never want to return to Tennessee again, as things are not the same without mother. I called one of my birthday sisters and we talked and I felt better, much better as we laughed before we got off the phone. Thank God that you can have people in your life that you can be real with. Later when my Honey called I shared it with him, and he is so compassionate, understanding, and patient and just listens to me and that is just like balm to a wound. ",
No wheelchair came, so I decided to walk, now on this day I had no pain or discomfort in my body at all, I walked what seemed like 10 miles, up and down steps, etc. to gate 33. I got there within 15 minute (not 20) minutes before the plane was to leave. No agent was at desk, and everyone was seated. I stood there until agent returned to desk. Upon her arrival she told certain class to board, then she asked if I was suppose to go on this plane, I said yes, I am the one that was suppose to come in a wheelchair but none were available so I just got here. She held the line up, and told everyone to stop and for me to be the first one on the plane. I was extremely happy, but felt very strange, the first time in my whole life was the first one on the plane. Yet, I was indeed grateful. (Thank you God)!Just before we arrived in Memphis where my oldest brother would pick me up (with his busy self) the thought hit me that this trip would be different than any trip I have ever made returning home. Why was it so different, it was different because I would not see my mother. Later I told my brother how I felt, he told me he understood and he had gone by the house once and had no further desire to go by there. He asked if I wanted to go and of course I did, but I didn't want to ask. There was a young lady living there and I asked if I could come in to visit my mother's room. She identified me, and said yes. I went to my mom's room which was filled with things stored away and asked if I could return later.That night I was so sad, and felt in my heart that I never want to return to Tennessee again, as things are not the same without mother. I called one of my birthday sisters and we talked and I felt better, much better as we laughed before we got off the phone. Thank God that you can have people in your life that you can be real with. Later when my Honey called I shared it with him, and he is so compassionate, understanding, and patient and just listens to me and that is just like balm to a wound.
Today my oldest sister and I had breakfast together and we had good fellowship, as she is not feeling well so we take care of each other. My sister in law, Mary (Louis' wife) made me breakfast and we had a good time. (I think she is getting over the fact that I love my brother so very much and she is willing to share him). Of course we laugh about it.
Upon returning to Michigan I plan on being still for a while and just enjoy my Honey, and enjoy the present as I have been thinking that I can't enjoy the present if I am living in the past or the future. If I am dwelling there then I am not enjoying the present. I have so much to be grateful for, right here, right now. I've got to get busy living in the present as it is really a gift.
