I have been trying to get a ticket for my brother for some time. The first one that I bought, was some how not bought, so Somer and I began looking for another ticket a week and a half before he was to fly out. By that time all of the tickets had jumped from 1600 to 6000, a very large leap that I was not inclined to make. After searching for a while we found a paper ticket for 1500, the one and only 1500 ticket. I called the airlines only to find that they were no longer shipping to Spain with so short a notice. When I got back on to review the ticket it was gone, and I felt really bad because I figured my brother would not be able to have Christmas with us in the Philippines. But just to make sure all his fate was sealed I called another number to the airline only to find that they still had the ticket(1500), but I would have to send it to Spain. It was going to be close, but I bought it. This was the tricky part. The airlines would send it to me overnight, I would get it Friday morning get it in the mail by 11:00 and get it to Spain, or to make the equation more complicated, to Timothy by Tuesday morning so he can catch a train and fly out Thursday morning from Barcelona. To say the least I was worrying about it when I went to bed Thursday evening. Deciding there was no good reason for me to stew about it I decided to add God into the equation, a very smart move, I said God, I work from 8-12 on Friday and I have to get the ticket and send it before 11 when the mail goes out, so you will have to tell me when it gets here so I can come get it. In the morning I went to work and was busy trimming a bush at 9:50 when God said, " quick go get the ticket". so I went. I ran to the dorm, ran to my mailbox, and excitedly peered into an empty box, " thanks a lot God." Because I was already at the dorm I ran up to my room to get my hat, as I was running back out, God called again, " run back up and get your First Responder kit"

" I don`t need my kit until after work, I`ll get it when I am done."

" GO GET YOUR KIT"

"alright"

Back up the stairs, back down the stairs and as I darted through the front door, I almost ran the UPS man over who had a very suspicious flat envelope tucked under his arm. I quickly decided I was not in a hurry and watched as he gave the package to the desk worker who simply set it behind her and went back to work. I walked up and said, " does that say Stephanie George on it? I`ll take it." So I had the package. I ran down to shipping to find the UPS truck sitting in the parking lot. So I got it and got it sent. I do believe that God's watch works better than my own and I wonder why I don`t rely on Him more of the time. I have not heard if it got to Spain yet, but I think it is in good hands.