Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Dead Man's Ring

Yesterday as I was flying home I was very in tune with how my love for travel has dwindled. Or, maybe I should say, my desire to fly. I use to like to be in airports and go from one destination to another, but as of late, I just prefer to be at home. Yesterday, my travels involved two layovers, one was an hour in Dallas, and the other was 30 minutes in Salt Lake City. I spent most of my time conversing with God about these layovers and how they were causing me to feel anxious!  I also spent a lot of time asking God why I was feeling anxious, when before this would've been easier for me to undertake. He didn't really give me any answers, exactly, but He did give me some good distractions and He also reassured me that my planes would be there and I would make it home, safe and sound. Trust, trust, trust, that is what I continued to hear, throughout the day, trust Me , Bethany!
In Dallas, I boarded the plane and sat down by a young lady. Shortly after the plane closed up, she began to cry, I asked her if there was something I could do to help and she said that she had left her bag in the restaurant. She then jumped up and ran to the front of the plane where the captain was standing. I could see her talking to the captain, and I could see him shaking his head "NO".
She came back to her seat, crying even harder, and sat down beside me. I asked her what happened and she replied through her tears "I left my best friends dead husbands ring in a bag in the restaurant!"
"Oh", I replied, "that is a big deal."  The flight attendant then made her way to our seats and announced that there was nothing she could do to help her. I asked her if she could possibly call the restaurant and ask them if they had the bag. She asked me if I knew what was in the bag, and after I explained to her that there was a ring of a dead man in the bag, she made her way to the captain and had a little talk.
Before we knew it, someone was being sent on a mission to look for the bag, and 20 minutes later, it had been retrieved. It was about this time that I realized that I would more than likely miss my connection! My prayers went from surrendering, to begging, to bargaining!  God was very kind and patient with me, He continued to whisper to me, "trust, trust, trust"
We landed in Salt Lake City at the exact time that my plane was suppose to take off, but my connecting plane was kind enough to wait for me. And, I was very thankful. I had to run, and I was painfully aware of how out of shape I am. But, I made it.
Jesus, once again, You have kept me. Even, when I am anxious, You are there for me.
Say That Again, Jesus, You use me to further Your Kingdom, You bless me, and You keep me. 


  1. Love this story, God used you in a powerful way that ministered to that poor girl. I bet she never leaves anything in a resturant again. Miss you, friend!

    1. I miss you too and think of you often. How are you? Coffee sometime would be nice.


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