Monday, April 04, 2005

Hill AFB...

What a day! Praise the Lord, we remembered that we had to get Nana's I.D. card renewed before the 11th. Jim had told me he would go with us which meant we had to go on a Monday. This was the Monday.

Oh, what a rainy, miserable day to be out with an 88 year old mom! Of course, I didn't bring the wheelchair because we could park right in the front with the handicapped plates...NOT! We found out upon arriving that they (Hill AFB personnel) are involved in an "Exercise." So, no one could park within 25 feet or so of the building. Once we are inside the building, and get to the room where new ID's are issued, there are tons of people waiting. We pull one of the 'numbers' and Jim finds a seat for Nana. We are number 57 and they are on 10. The lady sitting next to Nana had '29' and she had been there since 9:00. It was now 10:30! The major problem that I could determine was that anytime active duty personnel came in, they took precedence over the retirees and dependents. Then if you combine the active duty people with the slow computers, you have one big clogged drain. About 11:30 I remind Jim that we have a 2:00 appointment back home...should we cancel and reschedule? He tells me to wait a little bit longer...we are now on number 18...at 11:30!!! Then, the Lord sends us a present! About noon, Jim comes up and opens his hand. Cupped in his palm is one of those number pulls that says 30! Thirty?!?!?!! My eyes got huge! By now we were on 28 and the lady next to us was 29 and then it would be 30's turn! I looked at Jim and smiled!

He had been standing back by the door where the trashcan just happened to be. Well, several people were so frustrated with the long wait. Due to the Exercise, they pulled 2 of the 3 people that usually work in that office. So this one gal was doing it all. As Jim stood there, he watched as several people just crumpled up their number and threw it in the trash. There was one that missed the trash and fell on the floor right next to it. Jim reached down and picked it up and straightened it out...and saw number 30! Someone else had given his number, once he decided not to wait, to the person sitting next to him and she had come in after us.

So, we were able to get done and back to the car and on the road by 12:30 and home by 1:30 so Jim and I could make our appointment at 2:00. Even in the midst of clouds, the Lord causes the sun to shine!

7 comments:

pete porter said...

Claire Bug,
That is an awesome testimony, the Lord care in even the little things!
Pete

tonia/sparrow said...

i like looking for the Lord in the ordinary too. like when you pray for a parking space and one shows up. it seems crazy that God would involve Himself in such things, doesn't it? yet, there have been days when the most "mundane" little miracles have testified profoundly of God's care for me. i liked your story.

Pilot Mom said...

He sure does, Pete! Thanks for dropping in and letting me know. Come again, anytime!

Sparrow, I've heard it said that those "arrow" prayers are because of the "base" of deeper prayers. Regardless, I'm thankful that He answers ALL prayer!

Sheri Ann said...

Very encourgaging! Thanks Claire! I'm having such a frustrating week!

By the way, did I ever tell you that my best friend's husband is a pilot in the Air Force? He's oversees now, but not in a high security spot. (But we don't know exactly where he is. His wife can't say.) Anyway, pray for him, Andy, and his wife, Melissa, as she is at home alone. They are newly weds, and he'll be gone until June.

Pilot Mom said...

Sheri, I will pray for them. You can pray for my son...the pressure is so intense. He lacks about a month to be half way through pilot training. We will get to see him next month when he finds out his track select (fighters, bombers, transport). Can you see my smile? It's huge!

Maurice said...

What a story! Thanks so much for sharing.

I will be lifting your son in my prayers. When I was little I wanted to do what he is doing. There is a part of me that is envious. :)

Pilot Mom said...

*laughing* Maurice, my husband admits that he is living vicariously through our son! Thank you for praying for him. He is a history major, not even a technical major, which the AF really doesn't "do." They want the technical majors. But, PTL, James (our son) is holding his own. Thank you, again for your prayers.