As we neared the end of Christmas break, I could sense in my daughter Jenna that she was becoming stir crazy. Actually, I was too. Christmas break doesn't promote a regular routine and, at that point, I was missing one. I asked Jenna if she wanted to get out of the house on that Saturday morning and go to Target. I had miscellaneous items I needed to buy and she wanted to check out the clothing section. We both went our separate ways in the store and met up after a bit. I had found what I needed but she had a few items she wanted to try on, so I plopped down on the stools outside the fitting rooms to wait.
Straight across from me was the fitting room desk where you get the tag for the number of clothing items you are trying on or return those that you decide just didn't look quite right. The young woman working at the desk was someone that I had seen working throughout the store over the past several years. Each time I saw her I always thought how strikingly beautiful she was--and this time was no different. Her dark brown skin and dark eyes only added to her beauty. She was absolutely stunning. I have always wondered if she was a model and felt that if she wasn't, that she should be. So, when that small quiet voice whispered in my heart, "Talk to her", I blurted out exactly what I was thinking.
"Do you model?"
She looked up and, after seeing no one else around, realized that I was talking to her. She smiled and very quietly said, "No, I don't model."
I replied, "Well, you could." And then it was SILENT.
As she looked down and began to write, I noticed that she continued to have a small smile on her face. I figured that I had made her day because what woman wouldn't want to be asked if they modeled?! After a moment, she stopped writing, looked up at me and said, "I used to model. I modeled for a year and then I got married."
We spoke more and I then asked, "Where are you from?"
"I am from _______________."
As her answer hit my ears, my feet hit the floor and I
We talked for several more minutes and exchanged emails and phone numbers. A couple of weeks later, I emailed her twice about meeting and didn't receive a response. I figured that could be a sign as to her thinking I was a crazy lady that day (ok, I was pretty excited and might have come across a bit extreme)....but I took a chance and called her.
And now, I was waiting, looking at my watch and wondering if she was really going to come.
My eyes looked up as the door opened again and I saw her walk in. She was here and, as she walked towards me, she extended her arms and we hugged one another. It was at that moment that I knew God had blessed me with a new friendship. It was God who had whispered in my soul, "Talk to her"....God had orchestrated all of this...So, you know it's going to be a great story!
*My next post will be about our meeting...I can't wait to share!