Nov 25, 2011
Angels in Flight
Sitting alone in a motel room in northern Minnesota tonight brings back memories of traveling alone after the death of my husband. Three weeks after his funeral, I was hired for a new position as a literary coach in a school in Saint Paul. I had taught elementary students for thirty years and thought a job change would help pull me through the grief. When I applied for the job, I didn't realize I would be flying all over the United States to training sessions and conferences. On the first trip to Washington, D.C. in August of 2000, I remember pulling my suitcase into the hotel room, the door clicking closed behind me and staring into the corners of the empty room wondering why my husband wasn't there with me. Thankfully, I was blessed with the guidance of two very supportive team members. Like angels, they nurtured me and helped me become a seasoned traveler. Now when I travel to promote my books, when the hotel door clicks behind me I smile as I feel their presence and thank God for putting them in my life.