After the Write to Publish Conference in 2014, I was about to board an airplane from Chicago to the Twin Cities when I noticed a young woman struggling to get in line. She had a baby in a sling across her breast, a diaper bag, two large carry-ons, and an energetic two-year-old boy. I helped carry her bags onto the plane. 

When we landed, I also helped her off and turned to leave. Looking back, I saw the boy running down the airport concourse. His frustrated mother was kneeling with her bags and the infant. As I ran to catch the boy, I heard someone say, “Whose child is that?” When I caught up to him, I took his hand and said, “Let’s find your mommy.” He laughed as we walked back. 

I asked his mother where they were headed. The gate for their next flight was in the direction I was going, so I walked with them, carrying the bags and holding the boy’s hand. The waiting area was almost full, but I helped them find two open seats. After I walked away, I turned around and saw the boy running after me. Smiling, I took his hand and led him back. I smiled at him and said, “Stay with your mother.” While leaving, I turned and waved. He laughed as he waved back.

I prayed, “Lord, help them on their journey.” And that is why I write—to help us on our journeys through the valleys and over the hills.