Agreeing to drive a car from Texas to New York, I ended up wearing my swimsuit and I am not a spring chicken. I suppose an explanation is in order. A cousin, whom I met about in the last six months, put a request on FB. Her son had just graduated from Army Boot Camp. He had only so many days of leave and he and his family wanted all of that time with him at home, in Houston.
Since I live in Virginia and I work from home, I figured this would be an adventure and especially for someone who is in the military. He’s working to secure my freedom, but “freedom isn’t free”. Sure, I could do it! I mean, I hate to ride in a car for any length of time! How hard could this be? Within twenty-four hours of saying that I could probably do it, she booked my ticket from Virginia to Houston to include a return flight from New York to Virginia a mere five days later. It was only twenty six hours of driving. Never had I traveled such a distance except when on a family trip in my youth. And those were some long trips. “She’s staring at me! She touched me! She’s on my side of the seat!” Ohhhh, I loved being in the car for twenty four hours at a time! NOT.
And….I digress, once again.
My husband pampers me and I pamper him. On this particular day of packing for my trip, he was out of town on business. I threw just about all I thought I would wear to include my undergarments…all of them, in the washing machine. I figured I would pick a few things after that and put them in my suitcase the following morning. I am not a high maintenance wife, that’s for sure!
The following morning: I take care of my chickens. I feed my dogs. I shower. I go to dress and pack from the dryer. THE DRYER!! I forgot to put the clothes in the dryer. Quickly, I throw them in the dryer. The clock says I must be ready to leave in 45 minutes. Since my neighbors agreed to take me to the airport, I didn’t want to be late. In the event that I wouldn’t have dry clothing, I went to Plan B.
Plan B: I put on my swimsuit as undergarments. I layered clean, dry clothes over it. At this point, all I could do was pray that the clothes would dry in the dryer. Staring at it wasn’t helping, so I paced. That wasn’t working either.
I wrote to some of my girlfriends and explained. I wanted them to know that in case of a SUCCESSFUL water crash landing on the plane… that I was wearing a swimsuit! I mean, when all of the major networks were filming from the helicopters, I wanted for one of my good friends to call in and let them know why “THAT GIRL” is wearing a swimsuit AND WHY…she is able to swim out with her swimsuit on and rescue with ease, so that the other passengers may get back on the wing to safety! And without skipping a beat, one of my friends said she was going to tell them it was “Divine Prophesy”, IF, that happened. ( Yep, those are my friends!)
So I go through security and as I walk through the machine, they pull me aside. I’ve got nothing to hide, I think. The Agent says you have a shadow under your clothing. I pull up my shirt and say it’s because I am WEARING A SWIMSUIT! I start to explain why and they wave me onward….Wait. I didn’t get to explain the rest of the “why”!
And I loved it. It was comfortable. 1800 miles and let me just tell you that swimsuits are the way to travel! My swimsuit was so comfortable that I recommend it highly, and in case of emergency, your’e always prepared!
In that same vain, I kept hearing God’s voice. He says not to worry about what to wear. With Him in my life, I’m always prepared. He asks me to have his words “written on my heart”. With God, “all things are possible”. He says I’m going to have “troubles” but He has “overcome the world”. If He has overcome the world, He can take care of me.
Wearing a swimsuit under my clothes is not the end of the world when I know Jesus and His promises. So thankful for the invention of the swimsuit and also thankful for this Labor day that it’s the end of swimsuit season. God is good. Isn’t He?