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My wife and I just spent ten days together with our daughter and grandson in East Longmeadow, Massachusetts. Jean had preceded me there, as Kristy underwent brain surgery, and I returned to central Florida without her.
We arose two days before the new year, dressed, ate, got in our vehicle, and headed to the airport.
And then, we took a couple of wrong turns in our quest to locate the airport. I neglected to say, Jean was driving. Given she had been to this same airport in the past, I suppose I should say she, (not we), took a couple of wrong turns.
Now, we found ourselves at an apartment or business complex, and drove into the parking lot; with the intention of "doing a U-ey," and finally getting on the right road.
About halfway through our "180," we saw her.
A twenty-something young lady with braids, and a smile as big as all outdoors, appeared before us. Jean slowed to allow her to pass. "Vera" waved, and I offered her the same gesture.
And as innocuous as the young lady's passage was, I was transfixed. For a few brief moments, I experienced something very much like I have written about in several stories I have referred to in the past.
The time I spontaneously prophesied over a six year old boy in West Virginia. The time when I witnessed what I described as an angelic being. The time when the sidewalk, over a culvert which ran under a nearby road, became my own, (for lack of a more suitable moniker), Mount Sinai.
I mean, Vera didn't suddenly dematerialize, or grow wings, but I knew, I just knew that she was in some unknown manner very special, and that God had some pretty awesome plans for her life.
Later, I revealed my perspectives of this young lady to my wife.
"Do you recall the woman who walked in front of our vehicle at the apartment complex? You know, when we turned around. I had the strangest feeling about her. Something sacred. As if she was appointed to do something amazing with her life."
Jean responded.
"Yes, I remember her. She made eye contact with us. I had a similar feeling about her. There was just something about her!"
There is such a mystery about it all. The desire to discover something about who she is, what she has done with her life, and her future aspirations.
But ultimately, I suppose it doesn't matter. I think sometimes God provides us some almost magical entre into His plans for a solitary life. Or, at least, He gives us the spiritual insight to know something amazing is on the horizon.
It must be enough that He knows, and that He has the will and capability to bring it to pass.
by Bill McDonald, PhD
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