CHAPTER 2
Why God Talks to You
Because I travel so frequently, I’ve come to expect the extra
time and effort it takes to get re-dressed—belt, shoes, jacket—
in any airport security lane. So you can imagine my delight
when I arrived at my gate for a very early morning flight with
plenty of time to spare.
Surveying the gate area, I perched myself about ten feet from
the check-in counter—in a perfect position to board first. I was
pleasantly surprised by the lack of hubbub that normally
characterizes morning departures. In fact, the only people
anywhere near me were two gate agents chatting it up behind
the counter. Not even one customer was around to ask to
change seats or sign up to fly standby.
Neatly organized in my “mobile office space” with phone in
hand, purse slung over my shoulder, and roller bag at my side,
I finally relaxed enough to get a little work done while waiting
for boarding to be announced. I pulled the stylus out of my
phone, made a few taps, and began watching the emails roll
into my inbox.
Not a minute had passed when I heard a loud shuffle, then a
huge sigh. I looked up to find a short woman who had
positioned herself almost on top of me. She was wearing a
casual jogging outfit and appeared to be both distraught and a
bit disheveled. She didn’t have the “look” of a frequent flyer,
so I immediately assumed that her experience in the airport