text: A few months later I was saying goodbye to my fiancé at the airport (yes, since receiving that telegram I had become engaged and would need to sort out some matters at home, as well as borrow my sister’s wedding dress and accessories if we were to marry later in the year).
  It was when I dug into my bag for my passport that I realised I had forgotten my little yellow book of vaccinations. There was no time to go back for it and, if I was allowed to travel, passport control could insist on giving me all the vaccinations (again!) — not at all a pleasant thought.
  ‘Let’s pray’, Arthur urged. I was truly amazed when on every occasion I needed to show my passport, both on my journey home and on the return flight, I was never once asked for my little yellow card. What an answer to prayer !
  One of the great joys of my life has been to have a prayer partner. Whenever we changed location, I would ask the Lord to direct me to a prayer partner.