I woke up the other morning at 2am. My mind was busy figuring out this week’s trips to to Durban and Johannesburg. Jo’burg is okay but Durban I’m on my own…no family support to get me to and from the airport. In the wee hours of the morning I debated with how to get the timing right. It was soon 5am! For three hours I had been lying in the darkness pondering. I concluded that I was worrying for nothing. The Bible says God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power, love and a sound mind. I figured that fear makes our minds go crazy, so ditch the fear and embrace the sound mind.
Sometimes things go wrong – sometimes things go right.
Today I was up early and Mike dropped me at the airport about 9-30am. My flight left just after 10-30am. Window seat on the right side of the plane – Durban bound. As we dawdled towards the runway, I noticed a massive Boeing 777 Singapore Airlines plane right ahead of us. It was readying itself for take off. I watched as it powered up, slowly gathered speed and then soared majestically into the air. It looked spectacular. Our plane was about to follow suit. What a difference between watching a plane and being in one. We bumped a bit on the tar as we gathered speed. The roar of the engines sounded loud and intimidating. The aircraft took off and I was pushed back in my seat at an angle. It did not feel majestic! But looking down at beautiful Cape Town was quite spectacular. I love the route to Durban. Taking off over False Bay and seeing the entire outline of the Peninsula curving down to Cape Point; seeing red tide and tiny fish vessels. I always feel so privileged. I love it out of my skin. I prayed for you all – citizens of Cape Town – that God would do away with the evil among you and that you would know Him. As the plane got higher and I saw more houses, the more I prayed. And then it was ocean and then we curved inland and the sea gave way to the beauty of the mountains. Massive high mountains, with endless rivets and dongas, uniform valleys and hilly ripples, perfectly flood formed.
Soon Durban came into sight and we landed perfectly at King Shaka Airport. I had not arranged transport to my hotel, but I had read about how to. I followed the public transport sign and as I left the airport building a taxi offered me a ride – “No,” I said, “I’m looking for the R80 shuttle.” The taxi-man lazily nodded his head to the left. There 50m away was my ride, on the brink of leaving. I waved frantically and ran over to it. “One more minute” said the driver, “and you would have missed us.”
Sometimes things go wrong – sometimes they go right.
Today they went right.
I was dropped off at my hotel. Tonight I am staying at The Royal Hotel. I booked first and then read the reviews. Oops! They haven’t got many good ones. But the price was right and more importantly the work I have to do tomorrow is right here. There were other agencies here today co-coordinating interviews for their candidates. I immediately went to see where exactly the meeting rooms were. I met with the staff and they showed me around. All went very well today. They expect no problems tomorrow. This venue is ideal and not as expensive as the previous one. Coming here, my expectations were basement low. BUT, the hotel is great – the rooms spacious and the facilities just fine.
Sometimes things go wrong – sometimes they go right.
Today they went right! I will be putting my feedback on Bookings.com
I’ve been advised not to go walking in this area. So I won’t.
But they do have a roof top pool and I’m on the 18th floor with this view, so I don’t really need to leave.
When things go right, jump up and down and be grateful!
Ecclesiastes 3:4
…a time to weep and a time to laugh…
Yeah! I think the best thing I could have done was to lower my expectations.
These are the days.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you!
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂