After I got over the initial, "What? My suitcase didn't arrive? How could one come and the other stay?" I decided to look at the blessings of lost luggage. The first blessing was the opportunity to spend time with Jesse and Jessica and their mother, Gifty.
The next blessing was seeing Steve and Suzanne and having dinner with them at their house. Steve is a grill master!
Suzanne made perfect tortillas! I am most impressed. Mine are far from perfect.
Project Heal, from the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill, comes to work in Lawra every year. This year I nearly missed them. We were able to meet for coffee in Accra.
And, my bag arrived, unharmed, bearing gifts for me since it went on holiday in Portugal without me.
When this happens to you, what do you choose? To get upset? Or to see the blessings in the situation? I chose blessing.