I wanted to eat my oatmeal with walnuts and
Blackberries at home in my pajamas, not
Get dressed and go to Tim Horton's.
But I couldn't escape the nagging.
"Okay, God, I'll go. Even if I am misreading
Your leading, I'll go."
But I grumbled as I pulled the car out of the garage.
The restaurant was empty as I ate my egg white
Sandwich and read the paper.
But when a lady walked in with a child and
Sat near me, I realized, because of the sweet
Conversation between them, that she was
Grandma.
Yes, I was eavesdropping.
I didn't want to disturb them, but when I
Heard the older tell the younger that she
Had been a preschool teacher, I
Had no choice.
I walked over, introduced myself, and
Told her I had been one too.
It took us only moments to discover that we were
Sisters in Jesus, that her little grandson was
Being treated at "Childrens" for spina bifida while
She was watching his sister Megan.
We rejoiced at God's goodness, how He uses our
Trials to make us stronger.
We were astonished to find that when she lived in
California she had attended Pastor Dave's church, the
Very man who had been my first pastor here in
Columbus.
I told my new friend how I had felt compelled to
Come to Tim Horton's for breakfast.
She was grateful that I had obeyed.
We exchanged phone numbers and hugs, and
When we parted, Mary and I felt like family.
Indeed we were.