Coming Full Circle…

Three years ago, my car broke down.

If you weren’t around then, you might want to go read that story… for no other reason than it’s funny.. but… it proves important in the back ground of this story…

Three days ago, the boy and I realized that neither of us had made any arrangements for our wedding night.  I laugh now, but at the time, I was going off the deep end.  Cindy said, “Heather, how could this slip your mind?” and I quite honestly responded with, “No one told me to.”

Because that’s how this wedding happened.  Someone told me to do something and I did it.  I followed directions to the T… but there was no thinking on my own…

So, the night before we get married, we have no arrangements.

I’m in a tailspin and Cindy tells me to “shut up” (which she said ALOT over the course of 36 hours when I was going over the edge.)

Sunday, I mention to her that I should probably figure something out.  She again tells me to calm down, that it’s been taken care of…

And it had.

Bless Sondra. Seriously.

And so after the wedding we depart in the beat up pick up truck, in our wedding clothes, hit the drive thru at Burger King, and head to our destination…

As soon as we pull up, I realize that I know exactly where I am.

The same place that my car broke down three years prior.

It was a God moment for me.  Because three years ago, in that spot, I had never felt more alone in my life.  Lucky for me, I captured that in my post…

I’m surveying the situation and I’m contemplating my next move. I know that Dad won’t be able to help if I call him back. I’m running through my small list of local friends in my head who could come and get me.

I see a car slow down. The lady rolls down her window and says, “You need some help?”

I can’t remember what I said, but she parked her car and came up to the car. I told her what Dad had told me and she looked at me and ashamed, I said, “I know, I’m 30 and I still call my Daddy”

She simply replied, “I wish I still had my Daddy to call.”

She looked all around the car and then said, “No husband, eh?”

Open wound, pour in salt.

“No husband,” I replied. “Just two kids.”

She looked at me and said “It’s going to be alright” and that’s when I burst in to tears. I was alright up until that point.

That seemed so long ago… and a different Heather.  I had just started going to church… but I was very much alone.  I didn’t really have anyone locally to call where as today? I have so many people to call.

It wasn’t a bed and breakfast three years ago.  In fact, it just opened Thursday.  THURSDAY… and it was last minute… and here we are…

At a place where God could show me EXACTLY how far I had come in three years.  From just me and two kids to a husband and four kids… from alone to feeling the love of so many people who are there to help me when I need it and vice versa…

It was amazing…

And a total God thing.

How thankful am I, that even on a day that the world was spinning out of control, a day that everything just seemed so surreal, that He can show up and display for me the work that He’s done?

Very.

Until next time…