“Do you remember me?” she asked. I snuck a look at her name tag. “Yes. I remember you.” I answered, “Even if I did forget your name for the moment.”
We hadn’t seen each other for nearly forty years. Her husband and mine were good friends, but moves and busyness and families separated us over the years.
She found me in a resale shop, on the cover of my book, The Pregnant Pause of Grief. “I know those people,” she cried. She bought the book and traced me to my next speaking engagement.
We have a lot of catching up to do. We’re both widowed now. The men that drew us together in the first place are long gone. By the grace of God, we met again. Now we have a new connection, a better and stronger one. We both know Jesus as our personal Saviour.
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast. (Ephesians 2:8-9, NIV)
Prayer – Lord we thank you for the surprising blessings you provide to us every single day. Amen