I thought he was kidding- but I was wrong.
After thirteen wonderful, exciting, exhausting, fascinating days, I was going home. Tanzania had been glorious!
Despite snarly traffic, I was on time for my flight and as the taxi left, I walked up to the check-in counter and handed the nice man my passport and boarding pass.
“You do know your flight is cancelled, don’t you?” said the nice man.
“Actually, I had no idea it was cancelled or I wouldn’t be at your airport!” I thought. Then I remembered, “don’t shoot the messenger.” It’s not his fault. I sighed. Traffic was too crazy to try to go back to the guest house, but at least it was only four hours ’til the next flight. I checked in for the six o’clock departure and he put my suitcase on the conveyor belt and handed me my updated boarding pass. I headed for the little coffee shop upstairs.
I became a fan of this coffee shop when I discovered you can order your Coke Zero and sit at a small table for an hour or two without being kicked out. I sipped my Coke and found my journal and new pencils. It was kind of nice. No meetings. No traffic. No conversations. No rushing. Time to think.
Just before I left the guest house that morning, my friend told me she’s been thinking about three little phrases that Paul wrote in one of his letters. I found them in my Bible and knew they were for me. Right then. Right there at the airport in Dar Es Salaam.
It was a lovely four hours after all. Thank you, Jesus.