I believe in connections. I mean deep, hard core connections. You know the type; that friend who has always been there. Then there is the friend that I met and within 20 minutes we had known each other forever. I have a friend that in the short time that we worked together we had known each other a lifetime. And I have several friends (you know who you are) that we go months, even years without seeing each other but then pick up where we left off.
I have many stories of “connectedness.” My favorite story is about Shelle. Shelle had moved to the west coast and was back visiting friends in Boston. I remember wishing I could see her but realized it just wouldn’t happen. Well, Shelle decided to visit a friend of hers at his place of work; he was my boss. Coincidence? No. God had answered my prayer; either for me or for Shelle. It doesn’t really matter. Some believe that coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous. I believe that coincidence is God’s way of shouting, “I am real.”
But what about the friend who goes away and then shows up years, even decades later? Like Shelle, God had answered a prayer I didn’t even know I had said. I guess some connections were made to last.