Never have I ever.... until march 28th

Well, on Saturday I left my house bring and early at 3:35 am to go to the airport. First we stopped at Denny's, my friend Lindsey and I have this obsession with Denny's. After we stuffed ourselves, we headed to Orlando. After switching stuff around from suitcase to suitcase, trying to get within the weight limits, I said goodbye to Lindsey and headed on through the check point.
Once I got to Miami, I walked off the plane and went straight to my next gate. I sat down for a minute and then decided to look at my ticket, to make sure that I was at the right gate. I reached in my back pocket, where i always keep my passport and ticket while I am traveling and it wasn't there. I thought, maybe i put it in my book bag and searching that and taking EVERYTHING out, I started to freak out just a little. I walked back to the ticket counter where we unloaded from Orlando and asked the lady at the desk if anyone had turned one in. She said no but she said let me check with the people on the plane.
After about 10min she returned empty handed. Tears were on the brink of flowing. I said can you help me, I don't know what to do. She said if I waited about 20min she could help me, after she got the plane loaded. I sat and waited. After about thirty minutes the last person got on the plane and then she came and sat down next to me. She said here is the number for an emergancy passport but they are only open monday through friday. I explain to her that I was traveling home, to Honduras, that I was a missionary and what we were doing here. She told me that she used to live in Columiba and that she had missionary people in her life as she was growing up. After some time passed, she said you know what, you should pray and walk back to the ticket counter at gate E5 (where my flight to Honduras was) and see if they have it. She said that only by the grace of God would someone had found it. We both laughed and said goodbye.
I prayed and prayed and prayed all the way back to the gate. When I walked up to the counter there it was, sitting there open with my UGLY picture. I said that is MY PASSPORT!!!! Tears came out then! I said out loud, pretty loudly, THANK YOU GOD!!!
Yet again God has shown me that this is my calling, to serve the people of Honduras. I wasn't sure what in the world i was going to done but once I prayed and talked to HIM he was there to save me! I LOVE it when that happens!!!