At lunch last week my mother said, “Did you think we’d end up here?” At first, I thought she meant the actual restaurant. Then she started talking about 39 years ago when she told Ila Mae Powell, “You know I can’t babysit another child.” She eventually said yes that she would babysit 6-month-old Tony—only God knew the tragedies that would take place down the road.
While eating, my son asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She said, “I’ve got everything I want right here.”
How many people have agreed to babysit a child on the weekends, only to end up being a mother and grandmother decades down the road? I’ve written a tad bit about it already, but it’s another reminder that God writes some amazing stories.
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:28
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