Why is He is so good to little ole' me

The drive to Yuna's apartment was about an hour long.  Along the way we talked about any and everything that came to mind.  She is a great conversationalist.  She asks intriguing questions, and answered anything asked of her.

We arrived at her place just after 1am.  Our plan was to sleep.  She would leave at 5:30am to go to church (she was 14 days into a 40 day prayer event).  She would return about 6:30 to pick me up, we'd stop for breakfast then head to LAX.

She insisted I sleep in her room, claiming she always sleeps on the couch.  Although the room was warm and unfamiliar, I quickly surrendered to sleep, dreaming of Naysia.  I awoke at some point checked the time, estimated how much longer she'd be in the air and cried on purpose.

I could hear her alarm go off.  The bathroom was in the bedroom so she quietly tipped in.  I bid her a good morning, she did the same.  As she was getting ready she asked if I wanted to go to church with her.  She explained that the service was in Korean, but she would translate for me.  We could leave there and head for breakfast.  Why not?

The church was about 5 miles from her home.  We rushed in, late.  Found a pew in the back, a spot being saved for us by a friend of hers.

She translated on occasion.  The teaching covering the topic I needed....Trusting God!  We may not always understand God, but should never cease trusting him.  The story of Elizabeth and Zacharias was highlighted.
While Naysia is no John the Baptist, this touched me.  Less than 6 hours prior I let my baby go across the world, and I had to/have to Trust that my father God will keep her safe and get her back to me.

Ya'll, the congregation prayed and I knew not a word they said but I could feel the spirit flowing through.  I cried and prayed and praised God.  I am so incredibly grateful that I was there in that moment.  Up until then I had been telling myself that everything was going to be fine.  Maybe if I said it enough I would believe it.

I left there believing.

Yuna and I had breakfast at a McDonald's near the airport.  We sat for at least 1-1/2 hours, again talking about anything that came to mind.  Her life in Korea, my life in Arizona, children, men, food, hobbies, jobs, and dreams.  We exchanged personal phone numbers and email addresses.
At the Delta drop off I thanked her repeatedly for sensing and responding to not only my overnight needs, but also my spiritual distress.

She truly is one of the kindest people God has put in my life.