We flew back into Tokyo after a wonderful but exhausting 3-week holiday in our home country. It was the first time we’d visited there in the 3 ½ years we’ve been in Japan. On our return we had used our generous luggage allowance to the max, and were now wondering how we could manage the final leg of the journey—from the small regional airport in Aomori to our house. As the five of us waited for our final flight bleary eyed, the original plan of taking the bus to our city’s main station followed by taxi looked impossible. We and our 12 bags simply wouldn’t fit in a taxi. Waiting to check-in for the last flight there was a cheery voice behind me, it was one of the mums I chat with at swimming club, her son is at the same kindergarten. They were also on their way home and on the same flight.
Our piles of bags became a talking point as my anxiety about what to do when we arrived tumbled out in my strange Japanese. They were also planning to ride on the bus. Once I heard that, I was reassured—we had a guide, someone to show us what to do.
Actually not only did she talk to the bus driver, who held it up for us to get there in time, but en route she messaged her husband, who met us at the station, took half of our bags in his car, organised the rest into a taxi, and took us home!
It has been humbling to need help time and time again in this new country and culture. But we have found being receivers leads to open doors and ways to deepen friendships. Paul says in 2 Corinthians 12:9,” But he [God] said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (NIV).Written by Jude.