As I finally handed the TSA agent my driver’s license and boarding pass for the second time in the last hour, I began to think to myself…God really does work in mysterious ways.

This thought…no…this realization didn’t come through the easiest of fashions.  At about 12 today, I was walking back to Diego’s and my table at the restaurant from going to the bathroom (and this had to be one of the cleanest airport restrooms that I’ve been to so far).  Diego was frantically looking through every pocket in his backpack.  Zipper after zipper was flying open as I sat down at the table.

Diego looked up at me and told me that he had to go. 

“Ok…why?”
“I left my laptop at security.  And I left my Bible in the rental car.”

I thought it was a reasonable thing to go do and he had plenty of time to go get his stuff and still make his plane.  So he threw some money on the table, finished his drink, and headed out the door.  I thought that would be the last time I would see him for the day.  But God had other plans.