I met her on an airplane flying First Class. She showed me how she covered her Louis Vuitton in a cloth bag to keep it from getting dirty on the floor, before stating the next bag she’d purchase would be a Chanel.
Bags were important to her.
I nodded politely. Instantly knowing God wanted to show me something about her, so I listened for it. She was a talker while I wanted silence, but, oh well… We were both concerned we’d miss our connecting flights due to the tropical depression. I felt exhausted from attending the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer’s Conference and was ready to get home to see my family—especially my little girl, who’d sent me long voice mails during my absence.
She smiled, “How old are your children?”
“My boys are 23, 22, and 18, and I have a daughter who’s 7,” I said. “What about you?”
Her boys were in their upper twenties. She went on to say she’d been in North Carolina helping her son move into his new apartment with his…
