Hebrews 12:1-2
"...let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith..."

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Do You Model?

I was early and as I sat waiting for her, I wondered if she would even come.  The time we set was vague.  She had said she could come between 6:45 or 7PM and now it was a few minutes past 7PM.  For the past 20 minutes, my eyes strained to see through the darkness in the parking lot outside of who was approaching the doors and I watched each person who came through them.  As I waited, I again thought about how this meeting came to be...

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 walked flew over to the desk.  She had just named the very same country where our boys are coming from.  I asked for clarification to make sure I had heard her correctly.  Yes, it was the same country!  And after more questions, I found out she came from the same city where the boys are currently in foster care.  What?! 

I showed shoved at her my pictures of the boys and explained how we are in the process of adopting two little ones from the very city and country.  She was excited and we talked for several minutes.  Jenna came out to show me something she had tried on and I began to tell her that this gal was from the same country and city.  "I know, mom.  You are so loud (sidenote:  my preferable interpretation of that would be "excited") that I could hear you way back in the dressing room." 

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!


  1. Lisa, I love reading your posts and can hear your voice telling this story. Although I've heard you tell this story in person, I still have tears in my eyes & chills just knowing how Godd is working through you! Love ya lots!


  2. YAY!!!!!!! I can't wait to hear how the meeting went!