Divine Intervention

Time was ticking. My husband was on my case to book the tickets. I explained that the financial means was on its way. The credit card agent had said, "Look for your card – in a white envelope with an Omaha return address – on or around March 24th."

That date was three weeks away when I'd applied last week... But who knew whether our travel ticket prices or availability would hold until the card's arrival.

Today, I called the airline and cruise agents to verify prices and availability. The agents suggested putting a courtesy hold on the tickets until Wednesday. That would give me time to contact the ladies with information and gain other information to secure the tickets.

Wednesday... I thought. But my card won't be here for two more weeks. I wrote emails and telephoned one of the gals to explain the ticket hold and ask for advice about billing. After contacting the others, she called me back with the news to book the tickets and their preparations to mail out checks to me.

Late this afternoon, I walked to the mailbox, picked out newspapers and thumbed through envelopes, including a white one with an Omaha return address. I slit open the envelope and removed a card imprinted with my name. Tears streamed from my eyes. The financial means had arrived two weeks early – and most certainly – by Divine Intervention.