What God did Today

So, I am apparently using my blog to actually talk about my life AND WHAT GOD’S DOING. As such, I wanted to follow up with another post on something crazy that just happened as I’m on the Greyhound, typing away about weddings and my life (in addition to the before post, I’m also writing a “Wedding Report” about yesterday’s events, as my gift to the bride and groom.)
That said, I’ve been toggling between the two. And as I got up to use the restroom (Greyhound puts the “porta” in “Porta-Potty,” even though it doesn’t because I’m pretty sure Porta-Potties are their own thing 😉). So I get up to use the restroom, and I guess I clutched at my flowers as I dropped something.
Flowers on a Greyhound?
Well, since I’m already on the road anyway, let’s go for a quick detour: how I came to have flowers.
In an exciting turn of events, I caught the bouquet last night at my friend’s wedding! I was in the center of the front row behind her and HOORAY! I looove flowers and sentiment, and like to get as many souvenirs as possible from weddings.
So at first, I thought my getting the flowers was ironic. I was catching the bouquet, making me the next “bride-to-be” the day after my boyfriend and I decided to pursue friendship, instead.
But then I realized it wasn’t ironic. Not at all. It was Jesus being Jesus. First, He showed me His eagerness for His bride, me, through the groom’s joyful tears of anticipation, at the wedding. Now, at the reception, He was not only giving me, the flower-lover, flowers. He was giving them to me as a symbol of my coming marriage to Him, as another reminder of His excitement for me to be His.
Hence the flowers on a Greyhound.
Okay. So I temporarily clutched the flowers because, as I said, I dropped something. The something was… distinctly feminine, and when a sweet young woman nearby turned around and said “My condolences,” my first impression was that she was apologizing for the aforementioned “something.”
And I laughed.
It only took me about a moment to realize (or at least suspect), that her condolences were actually based on my flowers, so I sobered up and thanked her before heading to the restroom, kicking myself for laughing and not explaining. I prayed that I might have opportunity (and take it) to explain why I had laughed. (Because, after all, condolences are one of the least funny things.)
I got that opportunity as soon as I stepped out. She was actually waiting to use the restroom herself, and when I got out, she handed me one of those rings from the crank machines. “This is for you,” she said. “I lost my mom, too.”
Feeling even worse about my faux pas, I did explain that I thought her condolences were regarding the other object I was holding, and that the flowers were actually from a wedding.
I offered her the ring back, but the sweet young woman insisted I keep it. “…for the wedding,” she said.
Do you see this??
It was Jesus, again! First flowers. Now a ring. (And in His perfect timing in the aftermath of my first break-up… He’s keeping His promise to comfort me and show me so much more of Himself…)
This Jesus… He’s crazy about me.