While traveling on a plane recently, I found myself seated next to a young woman who was attractive, prime, proper and aloof. I don’t mind people who don’t want to talk on a plane because I like that alone time also.
However, she was clearly impressed with herself. Because I admire that in younger women, she caught my attention Therefore, even though she wasn’t interested in speaking to me, questions flooded my mind. I wanted to know her. I quietly and silently prayed that somehow I could be a blessing to her.
I felt that she was a person who had newly acquired her positive self-image because there was still a bit of uncomfortable awkwardness about the way she sat straight and tall. It was impossible to notice that she took out pictures of cosmetic sample and flipped through them several times. I felt that perhaps she recently took a job that helped her to see how valuable she really is.
We waltzed a bit in our seats, shifting and maneuvering our computers, phones and purses to avoid contact. She was the one who was leading each dance, while never allowing my eyes to meet hers. My interest grew.
Then she lost her boarding pass and all the defenses and reserve melted. Panic slipped into the space that had been occupied by self-assurance.
“I lost my ticket,” she said in broken but clear English. I knew that she meant “boarding pass” for her next flight; but I didn’t see the need to correct her.
“Oh, I found one in the front pocket of my seat. Perhaps, it was yours.” No. We searched together but we couldn’t find the missing boarding pass.
“Don’t worry.” I said, as her black and delightfully expressive eyes filled with tears. Her look questioned me. I explained the procedure to get another boarding pass. But she didn’t understand. I clarified several times. Finally, she seemed satisfied. She sat back in her seat and grasped her Gucci handbag.
“I don’t need to worry,” she reassured herself out loud. “I can get another ticket.” She smiled at me and I felt such love for her. In that moment, it was as though God had given me another daughter.
I touched the sleeve of her elegant leather coat and prayed soft enough that only she, the Lord and I could hear, “Father, help her find her ticket. She needs to have it in her hands.” Again, she smiled shyly.
Then she reached down on the floor, moving her hand between her seat and the wall of the plane. “It is here!” she exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. “I found my ticket.”
I settled down to resume our previous positions; but the barriers were broken for her and a flood of questions followed. We spent the next 20 minutes getting to know each other as only two women who are strangers can do. As we parted from the plane, we smiled and walked away.
There are times in our lives that God can reach out and touch us in such a powerful way that there is almost heavenly music in the air. Others times, there is only a smile and word of reassurance needed to reach the heart of a person. Yet, how important it is to grasp the moment, knowing that God alone can make hearts confident. I’ve prayed all this week for this wonderful, young woman. I hope we meet again in heaven.