I ate a lovely dinner at 13 Coins in Seattle tonight with my best friend from high school. We tore it up when we were 16 in her orange Pinto. Among other things we spent our time talking about boys (always), competed together on the speech team, and wore Charlie perfume. We spent tons of time together, and somehow avoided getting in trouble – or at least getting caught.
We grew up and grew apart. Many years passed (many, many) and life happened, as it does. Then, as the Lord would have it, our paths intersected two years ago – both of us on the verge of turning 50.
Tonight I gave her a copy of The Jesus Storybook Bible – Every story whispers His name. A simple book such a beautiful and profound message. If you’ve never read it – do. It’s a fabulous book about the now and not yet. It was wonderful to share His never stopping, never giving up, unbreakable, always and forever love, and how God intervened, and then, transformed my life.
I love knowing the Lord numbers our steps and is intimately acquainted with our ways…during those days when He was the furthest thing from our minds, tonight, and all the hills and valleys in between.
So, here we are on the verge of 52. Who knows? Perhaps this intersection is a crossroads.