I love the way life on occasions taps me on the shoulder with moments of serendipitous joy.
Yesterday I was editing pages of a book about my childrens’ early days, reflecting on their lives as newborns, and thinking about how small they were at birth and how fragile everything seemed.
Then a message popped up on my computer screen.
“Do you have accommodation – three nights – for a woman traveling through your city?”
“Here for adoption,” the caption included.
I checked the calendar and responded.
“Thank you. Be there in an hour.”
I had no idea who I would meet and what the circumstances would be when an out-of-state vehicle pulled up into the reserved parking space for our hospitality house.
I greeted my guest and added, “The adoption part of your message confused me.”
She smiled, opened the side door of a vehicle and showed me her baby born four days ago.
“We’re new parents, I have to wait for some paperwork to be completed before I can cross state lines with our daughter. I’m so glad your place is open for these few days.”
Hauling a portable crib not only took me back a few years, it gave me an enormous boost of encouragement.
Encouragement I really needed.
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