Yesterday no one showed up for the knitting club. No one. We meet (supposedly) in a room attached to the coffee shop. As it turned out, only one person showed up at the coffee shop in that amount of time either, and it was one of the two owners. The result was that M from the coffee shop sat with me and talked. Our hour and a half together was precious to say the very least. I see her so often and chat with her, but I rarely have time to really talk with her. She got to tell me more about her sweet preteen son and wildly jealous/macho husband who doesn't like that she works outside the house. We talked about love and insecurity, about how to be a strong woman and a wife who honors her husband, about her fears and dreams as her son makes the journey out of childhood.

How can I be disappointed that no one came to knit when I got such a special afternoon with M instead? I find myself back where I was at Alpha last Friday-- reminded that if I believe in the sovereignty of God, I have to admit that He had a purpose for that time. I'm grateful that it involved such a sweet connection with M.

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