A couple weeks ago, I was leaving Fusion (the High School
ministry where I volunteer) and felt a prompting in my spirit to ask a certain
person for “a word”. It was the strangest feeling. This idea felt heavy. I knew
the guy the Holy Spirit had put on my heart- he regularly speaks at Fusion, his
wife had been my teen small group co-leader for two years, and I had been on a
mission trip with one of his daughters. Still, I didn’t really know him. I felt fidgety. I was about to
leave the building when Keith rounded the corner.

If there were ever a time for the phrase Here goes nothing, that was it. I
mustered up the courage to walk up to Keith at the same time a group of
students approached him. “Blast. Maybe this was my out. Maybe I had heard wrong”, I thought. I decided to put my name tag away in the designated box to kill some time. The
group continued to talk. “I’m outta here”, was all I could think. I headed towards the exit
again when I realized Keith and his daughter were behind me. I zipped around
and blurted out, “Do you have a word for me?” Thinking about that makes me
laugh. It felt so silly to me, but I knew it was what God had prompted me to
do. Keith replied, “Right now?” I assured him he could take his time and get
back to me. He said he would, and I got the heck out of there.

Whew. I was relieved. I (almost) didn’t even care if Keith ever
got back to me, I was just happy I had done what God asked. My part was over! I
told Chuck about the encounter later that night. He smiled at me and told me that
was a great question to ask. I was surprised by his response, and felt
encouraged.

A few days later, all the forces of cosmic toddler evil
invaded our home. I don’t know what on earth took over our kids, but the day
was rotten. They were cranky, clinging, whiny, needy- which turned into
fighting, hitting, pushing, crying, and screaming. (Some of the screaming might
have been my own.) We were supposed to leave for our Thanksgiving travels the
next morning, and I wanted nothing more than to leave the kids in their rooms
and head to VA without them. (Not really, but if you’re a Mom, you feel me.) I was going NUTS with the mayhem. I can’t even
remember specific details, just the craziness that welled up within me.

When Chuck FINALLY arrived home, the nuts became nuttier.
Why does that happen?! I ran away to the bathroom so I could get some semblance
of peace and quiet. I cried out to God- ahem- demanded God do a miracle because
it was going to be impossible to change my mood without one. We somehow survived the
arsenic hour of dinner time and headed to do baths. It was right smack in the
midst of all this chaos that I received a text from Keith. Chuck suggested I
talk to him on the phone right away because I might really need “the word”.