Of India Past and India Present

We were running late for church this morning. Again. We almost always are. It's usually my fault. I love my bed. Sometimes we miss church because I just can't get out of bed. This morning, however, I was meeting my friend Joanne, whom I hadn't seen in awhile. We met last year during training for the trip to India. We bonded during preparations and then as roommates. We were around the same age, had grown children, and shared a passion for photography. We became joined at the hip and were nicknamed "Loanne." Over the past year, we've prayed for each other and experienced many answers. We see each other occasionally, but certainly not enough. This morning, we arranged to attend the first service together, so, at the very last minute, I showered quickly, went au natural with the hair, and texted her with my expected late arrival. As I entered the church, she stood waiting with her beautiful smile and greeted me with that familiar hug. The main floor was pretty full, so we decided to go up to the balcony. Jamie and I (because we're often late) sit in the balcony most of the time, typically on the left. Today, we headed up the stairs on the right. It sometimes feels a little awkward to sit in a less familiar spot. We found a place and joined in the song. Moments later, I noticed my prayer partner for this year's India team sitting a couple of pews in front of us. I smiled inside. I was in the presence of India past and India present. I couldn't wait to introduce them - one with experience and wonderful memories, the other with anticipation and genuine excitement. The sermon, fittingly, talked about serving people of India. When it was over, I wanted to jump over the pews to be sure my friends met. Each of our faces lit up as I introduced them. All of it seemed almost planned. And then I realized that it was. It was God's plan. I am so thankful that God cares even about the smallest of details. He brings people together for a purpose - to share His love with others.