We were up bright and early and had to repack bags to meet airline standards.
Our flight was delayed an hour after we had boarded, due to overbooking the flight, the captain reported. So it was actually 11:45 am before we finally took off and 8 hours later we landed in Chicago; however at Chicago, it was 1:40pm.
The airport was crazy at Chicago with many people going through customs and changing planes.
Here we had a real God blessing. One of our party forgot one of their bags in the train between terminals. A young man jumped out just before it left, shouting, “Someone left this bag! Whose is it?” We all looked around wondering. He dropped it on the ground and jumped back in the train just as it was pulling out.
Those near recognized it as belonging to someone in the group, but were not sure whose. We held it up and yelled, “Whose is this?” and it was claimed. It was a strange overwhelming kind of relief because there would have been panic when the loss was discovered. As it was, the item was returned before we even knew it was gone—and in the middle of all the chaos in the Chicago airport! I think we all realized that we had been blessed at that moment.
The rest of the trip was thankfully uneventful. We arrived in Minneapolis about 6pm (Central standard time) and for Paul and myself, finally arrived home at 8:30pm.
The trip had been fantastic; everything went well and we were thankful and grateful to God for the many blessings we received through it.









