There Are No Coincidences

This morning was a warm hug.  I opened the blinds to a hushed and low-lit world.  The gentle rain fell softly over every surface barely making a sound.  The darkened interior of our apartment was not lightened by the open blinds but made it so inviting to gaze out at the lake and nearly-deserted lake path.

It has rained throughout much of the day and it has been so cozy inside the apartment.  I have been working towards the meals tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday...consulting recipes and menu plans and shopping lists.  We have filled up our refrigerator and freezer, the center's freezer and refrigerator and half of Thorne's freezer.

The kitchen has been cleaned for the last time today and the dishwasher has been run.  I think I am ready for tomorrow.  As always, there are a dozen little worries tickling the hack of my mind...will the frozen vegetables that  were half the cost of the name brand be alright?  Will there be enough chicken pot pie?  Will they like it?  Will we have a ton left because no one liked it?  And so it goes.

After several different plans for the day fell through, we finally went grocery shopping at 6 p.m.  We drove across town to a store we don't usually shop at.  We got lost and took a small detour.  We found a parking spot.  It all seemed so very random.

As we entered the store, a woman was leaving who looked vaguely familiar.  I turned as she walked past and looked at her again.  She did the same thing, turning to look again at me.  I recognized her...it was Monia from our Danish class.  She quit taking the classes in January, and I told her I would call her for help with cooking at the center.  I never did.

So I renewed my invitation and she said yes!  She is from Italy, she is lovely, she loves to cook and she has been on my mind this week.   She and I became friends during the classes.  Plus....our youngest daughter - who will come for a visit with her husband and 2 little ones next week .... served her mission in Italy.

Perhaps nothing will come of reestablishing that friendship except that ....that we will have that friendship again, or maybe there is more.

There are no coincidences.


SK and I just watched this beautiful little video, and both started to cry at an obvious point.  It is not professionally done, but so sweet.
http://ldsliving.com/story/76982-video-features-23-countries-to-celebrate-15-years-of-efy-medley?utm_source=ldsliving&utm_medium=email