A year this weekend…
A year ago this weekend, I was here: in the Okanogan. On the spur of the moment, my husband and I decided to visit our friends. We had to brave a wicked blizzard on the way there but we made it. I ended up spending the weekend at a swim meet with Jacki and Leighton spent his time with Jeremy. It was a good trip. It was a memorable trip. Living at the pool, I got to meet one of Jacki’s friends, Colleen, and we very quickly made a connection (so much so that she and her daughter stayed at our place in February attending a swim meet in our city).
There are times when I get the impression that our decisions are divinely ‘influenced’. If we had not decided to go there on the November long weekend I would have missed the swim meet and probably never met Colleen. I also would not have had the opportunity to get to know Jacki on a deeper level than I had before.
Colleen would have never stayed with us in February and I wouldn’t have been able to get to know her even further. There are similarities in our stories and it is precious to me to find a connection with those people who understand what I’m going through, who have lived in the midst of it. And we can sigh and say, “I cannot change your situation, but you are not alone.”
It means so much to me to know that I am not alone. Someone understands and does not pass judgement and feels my successes and discouragements. When these people ‘coincidentally’ cross my path, I wonder if there wasn’t a bit a divine prompt to bring a new layer of richness, encouragement, and hope to my life.