Luggage

Three days. No luggage.  I realize that I could most likely survive if a natural disaster wiped out my house, if I was shipwrecked on a an island like Pisiwi, or if I am evicted by my parents for not making my house payment because I spent it all on diving during the summer.  The plane from Guahan (Guam) was to arrive at 9:45pm on Sunday night (I arrived on Friday morning).  That means my luggage should “in theory” be back at the hotel at about 10:45pm when the driver brings the large group of Japanese tourists to my hotel.  10:45pm—I go ask the driver when he arrived if he had my luggage.  “No, I thought I’d wait and get it when I take the next group to the airport.”  This may not be a big deal to you, but I haven’t had anything for three days AND I needed to prepare for Monday’s speaking at the college and children’s activities at the church.  I just wanted my stuff.  He said, “I’ll be back by 11:30”.  Right….I calculate 12:15 in my head…he comes back at 12:45am with only ONE suitcase.  (Why do I have two suitcases, you ask? All my clothes fit inside the bottom section of the duffel bag. All the rest of that suitcase and my entire suitcase is full of ministry supplies, Sunday school materials for the church, chips and salsa for the American missionaries in Pohnpei—which is my next stop. )  Praise God the one suitcase I did get had my clothes.  Sadly, the one I didn’t get had everything from Monday’s activities.  And guess when I got my suitcase??? AFTER all of Monday’s activities.