During the almost nineteen years we lived overseas, visits to the airport to pick up a family member were a common occurrence. We did it dozens of times.At the Dhahran International Airport, in Saudi Arabia, we waited outside the customs and immigration checkpoint for our family members to emerge from their flights. My practice was to stand on the left side of the portal, meaning that the path from the portal was on my right. Sometimes the wait was 45 minutes or more and there wasn’t anywhere to sit. That made for a painful wait. I get an acute pain in my lower back if I stand in one place for an extended time.
On June 7, 1993 I went to the airport to await a daughter's arrival. For the first and only time, I decided to wait on the opposite side of the portal. There were some tables and chairs there, so I could wait without having to suffer from a painful back.
As I waited for our daughter to come out of the arrival hall, I saw someone go past with a suitcase that looked very much like the green, clamshell American Tourister suitcase that she was using. In fact it not only looked like it but it also clearly bore my wife's initials. Our daughter was using one of the suitcases that had earlier been used by my wife. Because of where I was sitting, I could clearly see the suitcase and those initials. If I had been on the other side, where I usually waited, I certainly wouldn’t have seen the initials and may not have even seen the suitcase.
This observation turned out to be a real blessing. I caught up with the porter who was wheeling the bags from the airport and asked him whose bags he was carrying. I then approached the man he singled out as the “owner.” When I asked him if he was certain that the suitcase belonged to him he said, "yes." However on pointing out to him that my wife's initials were on the bag, and that I was quite certain the bag was not his, he proceeded to open it. When he did so, he agreed the bag was not his. The contents clearly belonged to Heather.
Why didn’t he notice this when passing through the customs checkpoint? All bags are opened for inspection there. However in his case, there was an exception. He was a diplomat. So, as is the case for diplomats everywhere, his bags were not subject to inspection.
It may seem that finding our daughter's suitcase was simply an incredible coincidence. However, it was not. Prior to her arrival, she had offered a prayer that her luggage would arrive safely. That prayer led me to wait on the opposite side of the portal and to observe the bags as they came past. There is real power in prayer. I’m grateful to a generous Heavenly Father for His kindness in answering this prayer as He has answered countless others.
