“We just want you to tell your story,” Margaret said, and I could hear her beautiful smile through the phone. It took me back.
There are people whose paths intersect our own, and we walk alongside them for a season of life’s journey. The road we share may be level or steep, smooth or rough, straight or filled with unexpected twists and turns, but no matter where it leads, chances are we only glimpse the tip of God’s purposes in the communion. Life is spinning too fast, and our vision is too weak, and even if we tried, we’d never fathom the depths of His intricate design, weaving lives, colors bleeding both ways, the fabric of who we are changed forever without our realizing it.
Sometimes it’s only in the looking back that we see.
Yesterday I reconnected with some people who touched my life more than twenty-five years ago, and in the process, I reconnected with pieces of myself. Please join me here for the rest of the story. I’d be delighted.