Tuesday, November 26, 2013


Much of my preteen years were inspired by heroes in Stoneybrook, Connecticut.  Kristy Thomas, Mary Anne Spier, Claudia Kishi, and Stacey McGill started an awe-inspiring group of babysitters and I raced through the The Baby-sitter’s Club series with interest AND the mind of a sponge.  I wanted to be cool for my “regulars” just like them.  And I logged a lot of hours watching fun little people…

When I saw her again she had no idea who I was.  There was no reason that she should.  I ditched the long, permed hair and overly large (once fashionable) glasses in favor of shorter, straight hair and contacts.  Having more than doubled in years and bore three children of my own, it was me that had changed. 
“Every parent showed.  I am just getting in here.”
I instantly recognized the voice and her face and put two and two together.  Back in my babysitting days I spent countless days with two of her family members.  Two children who’ve made a mark on the Kingdom. Their family was close and, because of that, we’d come in contact.  It took everything in me not to go, “Oh my gosh I know you,” but I figured it would come off more nutty than normal to a tired woman so I opted for silence and grabbed her a bowl to fill with warm soup.  Lord, thank you for resurfacing some of those sweet memories.
When a paper arrived in the mail over a year later with her name inked in I knew our paths were bound to cross again.  This time more extensively.  She was about to become a significant influence in our daughter’s life.  “That’s good,” Hannah smiled.  “Her daughter dances at the same place I do.”  Small. World.
“Oh, that will be great,” my friend who also happens to be Hannah’s godmother cheered at Bible Study that night.  “We were once roommates.”  Shocked, I took it as confirmation from Above that this was a match made right.  A bit overwhelmed by the unlikely link, I rushed home to tell my husband.   The connects are becoming too much.
A pint sized woman with a gallon sized heart, she welcomed time with Hannah wearing a smile on her face.  In her presence is a spirit of calm and a confidence first birthed by God and nurtured by the power of her perfectly placed encouragement.  This wise woman, praying protection over kids’ hearts and leading in a way that inspires impressionable youth to be the best version of themselves, is helping give our girl wings and dream new dreams.    
Because of her influence our time intersected more often too.  During quiet moments conversations opened up about parenting with purpose and I found myself holding on to each word that exited her mouth.  She chooses them so carefully that each one feels inspired in a way that leaves me longing to hear.  And I knew I was being gifted by her presence just like my daughter.  In this beautiful woman I see a shining example of the intentional parent I want to be as my children grow.  Mentorship is born and I drop to my knees in thanks.  I’m undone, Lord.
I must confess I have moments where humanity gets the best of me.  Where I feel like life is too random, unexpected, and surprising for a planner like myself.  And, in those moments, I whisper, “Where are you, Lord?” 
And then God says, “Open your eyes and look around, my child.”
We have a God who never lets go.  Moments may overwhelm.  Times may raise questions.  But His grip remains constant and when we take the time to really see there is a myriad of visible evidence of His fingerprints hemming each season of our life together into one perfectly sown life.
I could not have written this Jesus-filled woman into my days as He has.  When I look at her in my life so many years ago and back purposefully again I don’t just see cute clothes and a warming grin.  I see a reminder of the Weaver’s Hands proving to me His constant presence.  I see His majesty and am challenged to lay down my fear and apprehensions about how everything will turn out in favor of thanksgiving for the earthly reminders of His eternal design. He is weaving together a tapestry worthy of my trust.
And He does the same for you.
This Thanksgiving I invite you to open your eyes and look around.  Whether you are in a season of confidence or plagued by doubt, He is with you.  Maybe He will remind you in the face of another.  Maybe you will see it in the leaves that refuse to give way to the cold or a tiny reminder outside your window.  But, when you do, the “where are you, Lord” will fade to the powerful voice of the cross drawing your gaze to the One saying, “I am right here.”

This is worthy of celebration.  Happy Thanksgiving!

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1 comment:

  1. Lovely to Meet you Melissa.
    Thanks for linking up at Womanhood With Purpose.
    Your post has been featured! Have a blessed weekend! ;)


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