Meeting Arnila

I had just landed back in Australia again, because that's where my return flight had been booked from Papua New Guinea. I spent 50 days there and made a lot of friends and some who helped me and I also helped some too. But it was very hot and humid there. Now I was back at this airport again at 6pm, where I was going to try to book a flight out to Bali, because I had no cheap place to stay in Australia.. So at the Quantas Airline service desk they said they had a flight out to Bali the next morning and it would cost $1,500 or about a thousand dollars in American. She also said there was a travel agency in the airport so I checked, but it had closed and would reopen at 7am the next day. So I spent the night on sofas that the airport provides, like many others who were waiting. but I was only able to get about three hours sleep, because of all the distractions around me. At 7am at the travel agency I met a tall young Australian that turned out to be a Christian and in about an hour and fifteen minutes she had me booked for two flights. First to Bali, which has a 30 day limit on tourist visas, and then a second booking to the country of Borneo, because they require an exit flight out of the country in Endonesa before the limited time on that visa. She got me both flights for only $800 american, nearly half of what Quantas wanted for only a flight to Bali. Wow what a saving... Plus she also booked me for two nights at a resort hotel when I got there for only $68 in american, and then did my visa application online for Bali and all this service didn't cost me anything extra. What a blessing that was. I was booked with Jetstar Airline and was able to get special assistance so I didn't have to walk all the way through migration and to the loading gate that was at the other end of the airport. That too was also a blessing. The flight to Bali was six hours and it didn't include any free meals or water. Now I know why it was so cheap, but that was okay, because I had spent the last of my Australian currency buy[ng some food at the airport before leaving there so I would survive missing a meal. However, half way through the long flight I needed to use the restroom, and I had a window seat and there were two ladies next to me and the closest was a Muslim who wore a gray head scarf and slept with her arms crossed on her chest, but you could still see all of her face. So I had to wake them which made me feel bad. And this is where my story really begins. When I got back to my seat the young Muslim woman who I had not talked to or really acknowledged asked me a question. I have read online and watched a lot of Christian videos on Muslim and their customs and practises so as a man I usually avoided trying to make contact other than a simple smile.of acknowledgement when I saw them when I went out shopping or walking. I had been asking God how I was going to spend the last half of my flight with nothing to do since I had no visual access to movies and out the window at 36,000 feet, But this young lady turned to me and asked me where I was from and about my trip to Bali.That is all it took and for the next two hours we learned more about each other. Her name was Arnila, but she goes by Lala as a nickname with friends. She says she is about five feet tall and a single mother and 40 years old, but she looks much younger, because her skin is very soft looking and she has very full lips, that made me wonder what it would be like to kiss them, and I even told her that and she laughed. She has a 17 year old daughter. After talking for a while she offered me a large peach which I accepted. It was delicious and later gave me a whole chicken sandwich which she had purchased but didn;t want it now, so I gladly ate that too, and thanked her Now when you sit it seats that are close to each other sometimes you share the armrest between you, but as we talked we used our hands also to communicate and juster, and at one point she rested her hand on mine for just a moment and that surprised me because most Muslim women wouldn't do that and we had talked about that and all the other alful customs and laws that some Muslim countries have and the treatment of women. Plus the danger if you break those laws. But something special happened and I can't really explain it. But she let her hand rest on mine again and left it there and we ended up holding hands for the rest of the flight for over an hour. I closed my eyes for a while and enjoyed this special moment while she slept some more, and she placed both her hands on mine and our fingers were interlaced. Wow! This was something very special. Here I am, Israel David, I'm 78 years old and she knew about my name change and the mission God has me on and the lives I have touched around the world. I believe God ordains this divine appointment to bridge the gap between her world and mine, and for her family and country. I also believe it brought some healing for both of us that God knew we needed. After getting off the plane Agnila walked with me to the immigration area, but she had to go a different direction to fly on to Jakarta where she lives. We may never see each other again in this life, but before we separated we shared our email address and will continue to stay in touch. All this happened, because God's love wanted to do something special for both of us to bridge the gap between two very different worlds for the KIngdom of God. I told her several times I loved her and God loved her even more than I did, and that "her life would be changed forever", all because we held hands and shared our hearts on a flight to Bali. I even told her that as I laid my other hand on top of our two hands. This was all a divine appointment for His chosen family..Something special we will both cherish and never forget. israel david 9:54 PM (1 hour ago) to Arnila We have continued to email each other and she has acknowledged that she still thinks a lot of me and what happened on that plane. I also keep praying that God will work on her heart and family. and reveal Himself is a special way to help her put her complete trust in Him.