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| A Deeper Meaning |
| Saturday, November 8, 2008 |
No matter your religious beliefs, I think there are times we all believe there are deeper meanings to life. As a Christian, I obviously belief that God works together everything for his glory and honor. I don't believe anything just happens. But, I can't say I always understand it. A year later, I still can't make sense of all I went through last year with the cancer and loosing my job.
But today, I was reminded of something that happened about 2 or 3 years ago. I had no idea then why it happened, and today, still unsure. Either way, it made me smile again.
Madison was in the chorus at her old school, and had a spring concert at the local middle school. Several schools were there, so the crowd was pretty large. A young mother sat behind us with a baby in her lap...he must have been close to a year old. While we were waiting for the concert to start he kept playing with my hair, and tapping me on the shoulder. It was rather odd, for such a young child to just keep tapping me. When I would turn around and talk with him, he would just laugh. Then after the 5th or 6th time, he reached out for me. So with his mom's permission I held Nehemiah.
He sat in my lap the entire 1st half of the concert. He held on tight to me, making sure I wouldn't put him down, and just kept loving on me. He also did not like Damian very much. When Damian would turn and look at us, he would say "No" and push Damian over, which made me laugh.
Madi's class was finished in the first half, so we were planning to leave during the intermission. When I went to give Nehemiah back to his mom, he just cried and cried. He didn't want to go back. It didn't make any sense. His mother seemed loving to him...she had been playing with him and holding him before he came to me. He was well dressed, and seemed well cared for. For whatever reason, it was just as if there was a connection between us. (Trust me, its not normal for me to just let a strangers baby drool all over me, with me being grossed out.)
I never saw or heard from Nehemiah or his mom again. Until today. Damian just called, and he is at the barber shop. He said this little guy walked in and started playing with him. He asked his name, and his mom said Nehemiah...and Damian realized who he was. Nehemiah's mom remembered me also. She asked about me, and Damian promised to take a picture and send me. (I'll post it as soon as he does.)
I still don't know why I met Nehemiah that day. I don't know why we were drawn to each other, and, I don't know why Damian ran into them again today. I can't wait to see who Nehemiah becomes as he grows up, and I just hope I'm able to know him then. |
posted by Stephanie @ 1:44 PM  |
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I'm totally with you on you came to meet each other for a reason. Guess we'll see what that is as it unfolds.
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Isn't Nehemiah the rebuilder? Maybe between then and now, you needed some rebuilding?
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I'm totally with you on you came to meet each other for a reason. Guess we'll see what that is as it unfolds.