IT'S COME HOME

Finally....

I have it.

Our long lost suitcase has come home!

I had a "hunch", an impression, guidance by the Holy Spirit--go to the airport, check it one more time (as if that helps... I thought). So on my way back from the main town--the route takes us pass the airport--I got off and walked to the Airline desk. I presented my situation and waited for the usual and inevitable "sorry Mr Burton-Schnüll, we have no information about your suitcase". Instead I heard, "oh, yea it's right here" I thought, she's kidding me right?! But no, off she went, and dragged our old battered suitcase into the room. I hugged her, I was so happy.

For almost 6 weeks I have lived in the no-man's land of not knowing, in limbo between "here it is" and "we've definetly lost it". Almost every day I wondered if they'd find it. Calls to the call centre (strategically located in India) were fruitless and only added to a feeling of helplessness. So my exuberance is understandable, though I had little time to explain all the details to the bewildered Airline staff :-)

Thank you God for looking after something seemingly so insignificant as a suitcase!
(and if I had a camera, I'd taken a picture to prove my point LOL)