The Lights are Out, and Nobody’s Home!

When our runway lights went out, I called Flight Service to place a Notam. (A notice to airmen.) But after dealing with the Feds, I soon discovered that America’s Governmental system is fraught with dark holes.

My Four brief phone conversations went something like this: “I need to place a Notam — all our runway lights are out,” I explained.

He said, “Okay, I’ll place the Notam until 5 p.m. tomorrow evening.”

“I haven’t even got hold of the electrician yet,” I explained. “I need more time.”

“Just call back tomorrow,” he said. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I guess not,” I sighed, wondering why a short time frame had been placed on the lights.

Within the hour, I received an unusual call from Flight Service. “It says here that you’ve placed a Notam on your runway lights.”

“Yes, they’re All out,” I explained again, and that I needed more time to repair them.

“That’s not my department,” she announced.

Shortly thereafter, I received yet another call from Flight Service inquiring into the runway lights. I once again explained that ALL the lights were out. I began to wonder what the problem was with this Notam — return phone calls from Flight Service are rare.

When Flight Service called yet again, I was a little disturbed, so I asked, “Do I have to report outages?”

She said, “No, we’re not the police. It’s just to let the pilots know. I guess they can find out when they get there.”

“Great idea,” I commented.

Not to be sidetracked, the woman asked, “Which runway lights are out? We have new rules we have to follow here.”

“ALL the runway lights are out. Every single one,” I said, smiling.

“I need a better explanation. I don’t have a box for ALL,” she explained. “So is it the edge lights or the end lights?”

“Pick one,” I said, laughing. “They’re ALL out.”

“How about the edge lights?” She questioned.

“Yes, mark that box!” I suggested.

“Do you want me to mark any other boxes?” She asked.

“No,” I said, wanting to conclude this bizarre rash of calls. “God Bless you and have a great evening!”

Needless to say, I have yet to call back and report the continued outage. However a frequent flyer flew in this morning, and said pointedly, “The other night I flew over here for fuel and found out you haven’t reported your runway lights.”

I nodded. “It’s a long story . . .”

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  And I say, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest!”  Psalm 55:6

God and the Unsual Answer!

Some of you may think God won’t answer your smallest request! Well, I’m here to tell you that Jesus Christ can and will! He cares for you!

My testimony: Our little country airport has seen a decline in flight activities due to construction, weather, and strange occurrences. This morning I was praying to God for an increase in traffic, and added, “It’d sure be nice to have an unusual aircraft so I could take photos and post it.”

In less than two hours, I had an amphibious aircraft land on our runway! Not unusual enough for you? Well, our airport is located in the middle the Oklahoma wheat fields!

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  Incline your ear, O Lord, and answer me, for I am poor and needy. Psalm 86:1

God! My Help!

A little over a month ago I was elbow deep into airport problems. I was facing taxiway projects, terminal remodels, and fuel pump repairs, and the list goes on from there.

One day, I was working on the fuel system when a customer said, “You have a bearing going out on your fuel pump. You need to take it to a small motor repair shop. I use to do it, but I’m retired now.”

I sighed. “Okay, thank you.”  The minute he left I looked up into the sky. “Really, God! I don’t have time for this!” With determination I laid my hands on the pump and prayed for divine healing — knowing God can fix anything.

Later, after a valve was replaced on the fuel system, I was adjusting the fuel flow. The very same customer was back fueling, and so I asked him. “How’s the fuel flow?”

“Better,” he replied. “It was slow the other day.”

I smiled. “Good, how’s that pump sound?”

He nodded. “Good, everything is working good.”

Pleased, I dropped the Glory bomb. “I prayed over the pump.”

He looked up at me. “You mean, you didn’t have that pump tore down?”

I shook my head. “No, I asked for divine intervention.”

He glanced at the fuel pump and then back at me perplexed. “I guess God fixed your pump!”

My hand shot up into the air. “Praise God! I need divine intervention on this airport all the time!”

“Okay, then,” he seemed confused. On the other hand, I was clearly exuberant. Yes, God is good all the time!

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Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews 4:16

Jesus at Work!

One morning, an older gentleman tried to fuel his aircraft, but couldn’t get his credit card to work, so he asked for help. When I slid his card into the reader, nothing happened.

“Okay,” I said, rubbing his credit card. “Lord, we’re going to need some help with this card,” I prayed. I slid the card back into the machine, and it was instantly authorized.

“We have to pray to Jesus to get things to work around here,” I explained.

The gentleman smiled. “We have to pray a lot too!”

I love watching our awesome God work his wonders!

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For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, “Fear not, I am the one who helps you.” Isaiah 41:13

Jesus! My helper!

I have found as a single woman, running an airport, that I need lots of extra help! My latest testimony below:

As the tech and I worked diligently on the fuel system, we soon discovered the easy filter change was out of our league. The tall vertical cylinder held three stacked filters and the one on bottom was unreachable.  After many failed attempts, and much discussion, I handed him a rod so he could design another hook. I said, “While you work on the rod, I’ll pray for assisting angels.”

“Nothing wrong with a little faith,” he said, dipping the latest hook into the cylinder and instantly pulling out the third filter. His mouth dropped open in surprise.  “Well, look at you go!” He exclaimed in amazement.

“Praise God,”  I cried excitedly. “Thank you, Jesus!”

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Behold, God is my helper; the Lord is the upholder of my life. Psalm 54:4