i like traveling. i do.
but if God was not with me,
i know many situations would go south on me really quickly.
this travel day held up to what I thought to be true of them. it is literally like moving cattle through airports and bus stations and city streets. our squad is so big, it takes prayer and a flair for logistics that i am not currently blessed to enjoy. you should visit joey's or nick’s blogs for their perspective. My whole goal is just to stay with the group and abide by the weight restrictions.
My name is cherissa and I am a chronic overpacker.
I have been this way for as long as I have taken responsibility for myself.
I am currently in an 11 step program called the World Race to fix it.
Launch is the time for the squads to compare gear and pare down what everyone previously thought necessary, when we were at home and navigating the packing process on their own. I went to walmart and instead purchased more gear. my pack, before leaving Houston was 49.5lbs when weighed in at southwest’s counter, so yes, I don’t mind toeing the line a little at all. however, at Washington Dulles airport, my apathy turned to concern. the limit is 50lbs and an overage requires money. a large stack of money. i couldn’t decide how to shift things from my huge backpack to my daypack and if I was put on the spot, there would have been a mini meltdown. God saw all of this and must have laughed to himself!
the lady checking my bag asked for my passport to retrieve my confirmation in her system so I cooperatively gave it to her. as she is scanning it, I heaved my bag on the scale and it read 17.2. at first I was like HUH? but then I whipped out my camera to proudly take a picture and the lady next to me laughed and said that was in kilos. so she pointed to the pounds reading on the other side of the scale. my heart dropped. 53lbs. that sounded more realistic, knowing that I added weight with no shame the day before. still 17.2kgs and 53lbs does not equate and i didn’t know which was true. so I stayed silent and smiled and batted my eyelashes. under my breath, i just asked God to do what a real father would do – just fix the problem, no questions asked. apparently the whole time this was happening, the woman at the counter was still trying to scan my passport. she literally swiped it 5 times, blew on the scanner, scanned it again, called her supervisor, scanned it again, let him scan it, and then one more time before just punching in the number by hand! at first I was disturbed with it only being day one and my passport acting up already! but then I saw God in the whole situation and just tilted my head and shrugged my shoulders at them.
God can do anything.
He can. believe it.
i did not pay extra for the weight overage and i did learn my lesson. i promise!
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