I have had some interesting conversations on here lately about my differing comfort levels with people online versus in person. (Hi, Eclectic Contrarian, my fellow introvert! 😊) So…for the following to have happened to me is kind of a wow thing…
Something interesting occurred recently.
We were at a live Nativity someone in our community puts on every year.
It was the first time we have been able to make it. In the past, weather has been a concern for some of us with major cold sensitivities!
It still wasn’t warm by my tastes, but, it was doable. 😏
Besides, our intrepid 15-year-old son was going to be Joseph leading a heavily pregnant Mary to shelter.
On a live donkey, no less. ( Which he wryly called Eddie Murphy in tribute to the Shrek character. Love my boy. 😁)
He’d never done that before, so, being the excited sort of parents we are, we had to see him in action.
He didn’t dissapoint.☺
But, that was nothing compared to what else the Lord had in store for me.
I was in the barn where people congregated for the tour when I heard a voice call my name. A familiar one, yet I couldn’t quite identify it.
It was like a call from the past, a description which made sense once I turned around.
Because I found myself face to face with someone I’d not seen since shortly after high school-one of the few from those days I really did not mind encountering again!
She’d been a year behind me, an up–and-comer in drama class as I was winding up my time on the stage.
In a time I was especially uncertain of every move, yet longing to be pleasing to the Lord, this girl became a dear and kindred spirit in many ways, a kind of younger sister to encourage and teach.
There were few who professed a Christian faith in that circle, so it was so nice to know at least one I could interact with on that level as well as in theater.
After graduation, I remember going back to see her play the lead in “Once Upon a Mattress”. What a joy to see how her talent had blossomed!
I remember telling her something to that effect and the way her face lit up, like it really meant something to her.
I think she was at my first wedding later that spring, she wished us well, and, then, that was pretty much it.
She went off to college to study, I played at the married lady, and contact fell away, as it will.
And, then, about a lifetime later, there we were again.
I apparently was still recognizable, right down to my ever-present beret. A comfort to one feeling her age and then some! 😉
She definitely was recognizable, down to that same effusive glow. Time had scarcely etched but a few lines around her youthful eyes.
I learned she’d become a missionary, as she often wished for, married a Spanish pastor, and had three beautiful brown-eyed boys, all of whom were in tow.
It was fascinating to listen to her translate me to her brood with such skill!
To think she was once sort of under my wing…
So…we did that for a bit, and then, we found opportunity to get off to ourselves for deeper conversation.
The part I feared would be tougher was my side of things. In addition to my natural reticence, there was the fact she had also known my first husband quite well. We’d all shared a stage and student-led Bible study. She’d witnessed our oh-so-young, wholly untried promises to each other.
Yet, there was still that something of a friend in her expression.
So…in I plunged, hoping not to scare her off.
I tumbled through the high (and low) lights of my long journey from potential youth minister’s wife to struggling single mom of three, two diagnosed autistic, wrangling a class of toddlers and a dark depression alike.
And, then, to the better part-my God-given second chance at love and marriage, complete with my bonus boy.
I didn’t delve into the many adventures of restoring an ancient, Green Acres-style house or the roller coaster ride of assisting my husband in running a business.
I was a little breathless by then and conscious of possibly dominating the whole shebang!
So…I just aw,shucksed my way through the fact I was a published author if she was interested in the full breakdown of said journey.
Talk about your awkward salesperson. Shades of one I remember from Andy Griffith who “didn’t want to be pushy”. 😏
She was so sweet and enthusiastic about that fact, though, insisting on how to find and purchase my memoir, refusing one of my several free copies I had back home collecting dust…😊
But, it really wasn’t the unexpected possible sale that marvelled me.
Sales are done and gone in my ambitions. People are not about sales, after all.
No…rather, it was her utter kindness and warmth, the genuinely glad-to-see-me manner, the deep understanding of the road I wound up on and the shared joy in the way God redeemed my life.
Apparently, she had even been thinking about me recently after a chance sighting of my ex-mother-in-law at the church I attended in my teen years.
She was wondering where I was, hoping, praying to see me somehow somewhere.
And, she had this readiness that God would move as a result that I admire a great deal. I have had spurts of such in my life, but, honestly, it’s grown a bit…rusty.
I could really do with a resurgence of that eager expectation!
In the end, we hugged and reiterated how wonderful it was to see each other again, how awesome God is, exchanging phone numbers and the hopes to find time for future visits.
It was a blessed reconnecting of sisterhood I had not been anticipating or even realizing would be nourishment to this shy little soul.
Or that seeing me could be such to someone else.
Yet, obviously, God knew, as He always does, being the unparalleled composer behind the scenes that He is.
I don’t know yet what else He has in store for this reconnection, but I pray I can have that quality of readiness.
May we all find room for such in our hearts! Blessings and prayers, my friends!