A Miracle, My Angel

Her name is Christine.

A few days ago I was bored and took the kids to the playground at the mall (same day I posted about my struggles). There was an active little kid that reminded me of Luke. By the end of the playtime, I had exchanged numbers with a very friendly kind woman who had just moved here from Vegas. We had a play date for our kids for Friday.

Friday rolls around and we meet at McDonalds play place (where else to go on a cloudy day). I found out she's also Mormon! So I spill my guts about how I've been struggling (which is probably not a good idea with a new friend, but for some reason I felt like we'd been friends for a long time). She totally related to me and also been through a lot in the church. And it hit me hard the word she was saying. The things she was telling me sunk in so deep. She reminded me of myself in high school, strong, grounded, happy, spiritual and faithful. Something she told me that I dont think I will ever forget is that we all go through crappy stuff, but we dont know why until later. And its later that we realize that we've been a servant for the Lord the whole time. (Okay, so maybe I didnt say it exactly like she did, but darn close).

After being with her, I felt like I was a new person. I had hope and light in my life. As if I was on the right track again. It scares me to think about if I hadnt met her. Where would I have gone, what road would I have chosen? Would I have completely left the church?

The Lord sent her to me, to be my personal living angel. I will be eternally grateful to Him and to her.