Luck - Rhonda Madge - Author

There have been many times in my life that people have used the word luck. I’m not a great believer of the word, except for the day I hit a hole-in-one on a par three—now that was luck!

A few years ago, though, I coordinated a trip to the Ukraine for a team of about twenty people; this included my man and our two older children, Taylor and Austin.  Check-in at the airport for a team that size can be a little hectic as passports are checked and baggage weighed. Everything seemingly was smooth until we went through security. As I put my shoes back on and grabbed my bags, I felt a tug on my arm.

”Mom, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I have lost my passport,” said Austin.

”I don’t understand son. You had it when we checked in.”

Austin proceeded to explain that somewhere between checking in and the security point, he had lost it. He explained that he actually went through security with his driver’s license. As calmly as possible, we searched his pockets and backpack. No passport. The team continued to make their way to the gate, while Troy, Austin and I went back to the area where we checked in. I didn’t want to panic, but my heart began to race.

Lord, please help us…

After explaining to the staff our situation, they began to search the system and found where he had indeed used his passport to check-in. They looked everywhere around their stations, on the floor and in trash cans, but found nothing.

“Mrs. Madge, I need to tell you that Austin is fine as long as he is in the states, but when your flight leaves Charlotte, he is no longer in our jurisdiction. When the flight lands in Vienna, he will be detained there and will not be able to travel with you to Ukraine without a passport.”

Dear Jesus, what do we do…?

We looked at our watch and knew the flight was boarding. Troy told me to get on the flight with Austin and he would be there shortly. I left him still talking to the agent. We agreed to make the decision in Charlotte whether or not Austin would travel with us. Austin and I ran to the gate. Everyone was already on board and the attendant was getting ready to shut the door.

“Wait! Hold the door! My husband is on his way. We are taking a missions team to the Ukraine…”

To which the blonde-haired beauty questioned, “Rhonda?”


”I’m Michelle Harrison, your sorority sister.”

Luck? I think not. I had not seen Michelle in over twenty years. God was working on our behalf. She walked over and held the door until Troy arrived.  With hugs, we boarded the plane.

Word began to travel throughout the team about our dilemma. After we arrived in Charlotte, we searched his backpack again and checked all the belongings of every team member. Nothing.

I went to the bathroom and in the last stall, I knelt to pray…

Lord, please help us. I’m declaring in the name above all names, Jesus Christ, that the devil is not going to win this battle today. I know he is trying to keep my son from the trip. Please intervene on our behalf. Greater are you Lord…Greater are you. Help me find that passport. I trust that whatever happens—it is your will. Amen.

As I walked back to meet the group, Troy approached me and whispered in my ear, “He can’t go any further without the passport. You know that, right?” I nodded in agreement, unable to speak.

We walked up to the team who had all huddled together around Austin. I knelt before him trying to find the words. Tears glistened in his eyes as he knew what I was about to say.

Check his backpack one last time…

“Austin, give me your backpack and let me look in it one more time son.”

I reached for the large compartment zipper. I unzipped and right before my eyes, on top of a box of Cheez-it crackers, was the passport.

Luck? Not a chance.

“In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words; and He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:26-28







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  1. Sarah on March 20, 2018 at 6:08 pm

    Ohmygoodness, this brought tears to my eyes!

    • RhondaMadge on March 21, 2018 at 6:06 am

      Me too! It was such an amazing experience to witness, especially at the very beginning of our journey. It clearly set the stage for God’s greatness.

  2. Wendy Webb on March 20, 2018 at 7:36 pm

    I remember this! I LOVE how God is in ALL the details!

    • RhondaMadge on March 21, 2018 at 6:01 am

      Indeed He is Wendy! If anyone can’t understand that, just read the instructions to build the temple 🙂

      • Wendy Webb on March 21, 2018 at 11:48 am

        Ha! Indeed!!

  3. Sandra Ford on March 21, 2018 at 8:37 am

    I loved this story, including the part about seeing Michelle. How special. I’m glad I got to see you the other day, although the circumstances were sad. Please keep writing.

    • RhondaMadge on March 22, 2018 at 7:08 am

      Sandra, It blessed me to see you too! You my friend, are a pillar of strength. I hope you can see with clarity all the times God has intervened on your behalf–not luck, but the hand of God. You are loved.

  4. Patti White on March 21, 2018 at 12:37 pm

    God has a plan. I stand amazed in His presence. This is an example of divine intervention. This reminds me of all the many times God has intervened on my behalf. Thanks for the reminder.

    • RhondaMadge on March 22, 2018 at 7:06 am

      He has done so in both of our lives so many times Patti! I hope someone that is new to the faith and believes in luck can see the difference!

  5. Judy Donnelly on March 22, 2018 at 8:44 am

    I’m seeing this through the eyes of the rest of your team! I know it set the tone for the rest of the trip. And you realized that prayer was the only option you had…
    What a great story…and the sister was icing on the cake. 💕
    You just never know…

    • RhondaMadge on April 3, 2018 at 5:18 am

      It was an amazing day Judy! I truly wish you were there to experience it. I can hear your squealing now! Love you!

  6. Beverly Nash on March 22, 2018 at 11:28 am

    My dear friend this has brought tears to my eyes. Our God is so good ! I’m like you , when people tell Larry and I we were “lucky” to survive our motorcycle accident, I quickly let them know that luck had nothing to do with it, it was GOD.

    • RhondaMadge on April 3, 2018 at 5:16 am

      Amen to that! Your story is a living testimony indeed. Love to both of you!

  7. Dawn Parham on March 22, 2018 at 1:15 pm

    This made me cry😥I have felt low for the last couple of days… Thank u for sharing sweet Rhonda❣️This reminded me of of how many times God has blessed my life, and picked me right up!!i believe, There is really no such thing as “luck”☺️😍

    • RhondaMadge on April 3, 2018 at 5:14 am

      Thank you Dawn. I hope you are feeling better. If you are like me, when someone uses the word “luck” it causes me to ponder for just a second and think upon the blessing instead.

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