Laying My Baggage Down

I think so much of how we deal with life's issues is in the timing. When I am overwhelmed, I don't deal with trauma as well as I do when all is right with the world. I got to see this first hand this week.
One of my major issues has been, how do I get everything I need to live, for a family of four, for nine months in eight suitcases? I had been nagging Bill (shocker, I know) to call the airlines and see if we could pay to take a ninth suitcase. He wouldn't. He didn't. So, after a week or two of very gracious reminding, I called. I found out that due to our four day lay-over in Madrid, we would no longer be on international flight rules for baggage. We could only take one bag apiece and to pay for the other four would be somewhere around $1000. So, not only can I not take the ninth bag, I can't even take the first eight!
I think I handled the information very well. I didn't throw up (even though I felt like it), I didn't yell, I quietly thanked the woman, hung up the phone and tried not to get hysterical. I knelt down and asked God to give me the faith I need to trust him in everything. Even in something like this which is both major and minor all at the same time. Bill and I spent the evening reviewing all our options and funny enough, by the next morning I knew it would be okay. (Now granted I did make a few comments about stupid airlines and not being willing to be poorly dressed even though I am poor, but we won't talk about that...)
God gave me peace that it would be okay and as I was driving around town the next morning, I came to the top of a hill and saw the mountains spread out before me and then I knew. I knew, because God is so amazing. I knew that I was focusing on the wrong things. The things of this world. God has promised to meet all my needs and I know he loves enough to take care of me. The cool part is that I was able to really say that I love him more than I love any of my stuff (and I really like my stuff). He is so much bigger and more important than all of my things that I think I need. A year ago, a month ago, even two weeks ago, I couldn't have said that and felt the truth of it in my heart.
Two weeks ago I wondered what does God's love look like in everyday things. I questioned, does God love me enough that I could trust him with every aspect of my life as I step into a world completely unknown to me. And the really fun part is that He answered that question for me before he let me find out this issue with the baggage. He kept Bill from calling because He knew I couldn't handle it before.
If God loves me enough to withhold information until I can deal with it, then he loves me enough to provide for my needs.
God's timing is perfect and I need to relax and trust to that timing. (And, apparently, I need to apologized to my husband...)