I recently went away on a trip to Germany to visit my lovely girlfriend Corrie. The flights I had booked with a known low-cost airline were going to leave Stansted Airport very early in the morning. Since I live in South Wales it is quite a trip to London Stansted and I wouldn’t have been able to travel there over night.
My initial plan was to stay at some friend’s house in Hammersmith. But on the day before the flight departure, I realised that Hammersmith is quite a distance away from Stansted Airport and staying with my friends over night wouldn’t have made much sense in terms of saving travel time. So I initially opted for spending the night at the airport, which I had done a few times in the past.
Later on that day I prayed over my decision and felt that Father didn’t want me to spend the night on the airport and felt to look for a reasonable priced Bed and Breakfast accommodation. I didn’t really think I would be able to find any on such short notice. It was meant to be for the evening of that same day.
But after only 2 to 3 minutes of looking I actually found a place very close to Stansted Airport. The reviews were mostly positive and the pictures looked promising. The price was very low for the area and my short notice booking. I gave them a call and reserved my single room and also booked transport from and to the airport for a very cheap fee.
I arrived at the airport after a long train journey and contacted the B&B to be picked up from there. A silver van collected a few other people and myself and drove us away for a few minutes. We stopped at a large 3 star country hotel site and I thought the driver would just let out the other guests and bring me to the B&B after. I was surprised to hear him tell me that this was meant to be my destination, too. He told me it was my lucky day and my booking had been upgraded.
Elated I entered the hotel and double checked the fee on the bill. It was the same and I was happy to provide payment details. I was given my room keys and it was actually an Executive Double Room. A bright and airy room with large windows, a nice big bed, a separate working space and a huge bath room you could have danced in. I was absolutely stunned and happy and just couldn’t stop thanking God for His wonderful provision. I felt treated like a king.
The next morning I woke up after a nice rest in a very comfortable bed. I later went to the restaurant for a quick, continental breakfast. As I sat down to have my food, I noticed huge wall painting on the opposite site of the room. The painting was showing scenes from the Paradise. Adam and Eve, animals and plants. I smiled to myself and burst into laughter. Must have looked a bit weird to the other guests at 5:15 in the morning.
After I saw that painting, I really knew who had organised that royal treatment for me that night.
Thank you Papa God!