This is the sister that lives in California. So, it's not like it was noon and she forgot about the time difference. She was, legit, awake at 9am on a Saturday morning. I shouldn't complain, she made it possible for me to do some shopping at Costco, and she showed me Surf City afterwards.
Granted, it rained most of the afternoon, so the beach was only marginally impressive.
The point of all of this is that I got lost on my way home and ended up being gone 5 hours instead of 3, so I missed seeing my roommates all afternoon. And I missed meeting my roommate's friends until they walked in the door about an hour ago. Which would likewise have no significance, if it were not for the identity of one of those friends...
Laurie looked at me and asked if I was from Pennsylvania. "Pittsburgh, in fact." Laurie looked at me and asked if I had ever heard of Miracle Mountain Ranch. "I lived there for a year, in fact." Laurie looked at me and said... me too.
So tonight, after wandering around Huntington Beach in the rain, being lost for a chunk of the afternoon, and after having a dinner of salad and Pepsi alone, I was reminded of God's amazing sense of humor and timing. While in California studying film, I ran into someone from Texas who happens to have been in Western Pennsylvania at Miracle Mountain Ranch the summer I was an apprentice.
I then discovered that my friend from Maine has sisters who were also at MMR when I was a volunteer.
Just a little reminder that God always knows what He's doing. Especially when I don't.
All this to say, I'm setting my phone to "alarm only" at night from now on.
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