Another checkpoint stop. Another middle-of-the-night flight to catch. Another long, lonely stretch of travel beginning. Alone in the truck, while the driver shared tea in the cooler night air, I felt the loneliness, the weariness, swelling in my heart.
A soldier emerged from inside the checkpoint and strode toward me. A passport check? A flashlight scan?
Through the open window, he handed me a cold, sweating bottle of water. A smile, and he was gone.
I was not alone. God’s care and love, in unlikely form, turned my sadness into sweet rest and reassurance. He was there.