A Date With Destiny

Yesterday I went to the introductory class for BSF or Bible Study Fellowship (Thanks, Jen). As I was signing my name on the new student list I glanced up to the top of the list and noticed a very familiar name. Rachel Daberkow. Yes, my long lost friend from Lincoln, Nebraska was in fact now sitting about twenty feet away from me. I hurriedly finished signing my name, and walked directly up to her. She, of course, was shocked to see me there because last she knew I lived in Nebraska. After we got it all cleared up that I do if fact live in Arizona, we started talking as if there had never been any time or space between us. Rachel, if you don't know, has this knack of going straight to the heart of your life. There is no room for small talk with her. So, we sat through the intro class together and through a lecture on 1 Corinthians.

I have lived here since December 22nd. I have not interacted with a peer face-to-face at more than a surface level since I've moved here. The only other people I have contact with are my family, and the people at the dance studio who are twice my age. Seeing Rachel and getting to talk to her about life since we last saw each other was pretty monumental. But the coolest part is about two minutes before I pulled into the parking lot of the church where BSF meets, I layed my heart bare to the Lord. I knew full well that many of the women in the Bible study would be older and married, but I asked that there would be someone my age there who I could be friends with. And you know when you pray and your heart echoes what you are saying? I wasn't just asking with words, but my spirit was asking too. Enter Rachel.

He is so good to me.