I am normally an easy going person and seem to come into my own in with difficult situations.

Times that involve pressure usually happen to us when we are travelling.

 

Once my husband was going on a trip to Canada.  He asked me to drive him in my car because he was too pressured to drive.  

 

We stopped at the first garage on the way to put fuel in the car.  Brendan put the fuel in and went into the shop to pay for it.  When he came back he realised he had put petrol in instead of diesel.  His own car runs on petrol so he easily made a mistake.

 

What were we going to do?  We did not have time to get help.  I suggested we fill the tank up with diesel and I would drive as fast as I could to the airport.   There was no other alternative.  If the engine was destroyed we took the risk.  

 

We were nervous all the way to the airport.  But Praise God we got to the airport and my car was none the worse for the fuel mix.   Brendan was happy when he took his seat on that flight.

 

Another morning we were leaving our daughter to the airport.  She was going to work in Africa.  She was flying out of Belfast, to London and on to Uganda.  We were all relaxed about saying goodbye and wanted to make our daughter’s leaving as smooth as possible.  We did not voice our sadness at her leaving.

 

We set off on our journey.  My daughter checked the flight times and realised she had made a mistake.  Brendan put the foot down and went as fast as he could to the airport.  We quietly prayed and did not utter a word of fear.  Our sadness left.  Now we had to focus to get her away!

 

We helped my daughter with all her cases to the  check in desk.  It  was closing.  We pleaded with the attendant to check in her luggage.  He helped us.  We were so glad she did not miss her flight.  We waved her goodbye with joy, thankful to God we got there on time.  The pressure lifted.