This term, I believe I’ve attended chapel less than five times – there are a variety of reasons, not worth getting into, for the low count.  On this day, it was not my intent to attend, but, if you’re going to visit with someone all the way to the doors, it seems rather rude to turn about at the last moment.  The presentation was a testimony of one young couple’s love story and Divine matchmaking.  Charming, just what a never-married hopelessly romantic woman on the edge of 45 really wants to hear.

When they finished showcasing the many ways God’s still small voice (and occasional 2×4) spoke into their lives, I reviewed (as usual) my own list of almosts and near-misses, in reverse order, of course.  As though timed perfectly (when isn’t it?), I received a text message from one who I’m rather thankful got away.  (no offense, ol’pal, but we’d have never made it)  The  list isn’t complete without remembering the almost offhanded prayer that one guy looked too good to be true, and if there was anything I should know… followed within 20 minutes by a phone call and confession that he was already engaged to someone else.

Determined to redirect my focus, I chose to sit in my car and listen to a couple of radio ministries, interpreting one of them (my steering wheel was suitably impressed).  I headed for lunch with some new insights.

Interpreting class went well, it’s good to know that I’m showing some improvement (old habits die yard, y’know).  A little visiting, some packing, missed Bible Study, shopping for nibbles, filled the gas tank for $3.13/gal, a last quick stop and a 6 hour drive rounded out my day.  (arriving at 2am is my excuse for not remembering what else I was sure I’d remember to put in the post)

Even with a rough spot or two, it was a good day, and it’s nice to be among the folks and the dog, get the car checked out, laundry done (professionally), and have someone else in charge of menu & nutrition for a little while.