It was certainly a chase.
A chase to be on time. A chase to get to the check in desk. The lady and team were quick to not let us get through and scare us away. Whilst only arriving with one minute to spare. The words "we can't guarantee your luggage will get there" never brings assurance from a budget airline.
A chase then to get through the departure lounge. A chase to avoid being searched. Which snared one of our team. A chase for us to split and to stall the at the gates for the one left behind. Running to the gate. Around an entire duty free shop due to their ikea style walk through the entire store path.
My first running since my operation too.
Making it with minutes to the last call. Passengers still boarding. But only just.
The two left behind surface. Panting from their running. We got in. We collapse. We fly.
At Zurich after the long route to baggage reclaim we wait.
They arrive. Our luggage made it.
A sigh of relief.
My phone buzzes with a Text to say my son impromptu prayed for me. His request, 'Please can I pray for papa?' followed by "Dear lord Jesus please be with papa wherever he goes, always be with him"'
Amen to that and thanks for the prayer son.
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