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yesterday was a great day, lunch with the students at a delicious moroccan restaurant and then facilitator training with my incredible team of small group facilitators in the evening. one of my facilitators, kaci, offered me a ride home and marquita decided to ride. although we live on completely opposite sides of the city, it was a great opportunity for us to enjoy each other's company in the luxury of a warm automobile.

we talked about many things: the currently turbulent and confusing complications of marquita's love life, my mother's thrice-annual trip to kenya with a group of african-american women from seattle and the journey that marquita took to south africa last year.

upon arrival at the casa, there were cars everywhere and i knew that my mother's kenya organization was having one of their bi-monthly vision and planning committee meetings. i had briefed them in the car and both kaci and marquita were interested in joining the journey one day in the future. growing up, kaci and her family had attended the same church that we did so she was met with joyful welcome, hugs and smiles. when marquita walked in and i introduced her, marcia (the founder of the organization), simultaneously exclaimed, "MARQUITA!!!" she did not know her, so we were somewhat taken aback by the enthusiasm.

on their last trip to kenya, select members of the vision and planning committee took a journey to south africa to see if they wanted to include it as an additional component to the trip. they toured, met with folk, connected with friends and did other important groundwork. one of the people they was a young sculptor who had fallen in love with a young american woman from seattle when she visited a year ago. he showed pictures and told stories of their fabulous time in south africa. he hand-carved a sculpture titled, "truth," dedicating it to their love, and sent it with my mother to be delivered. my mother committed to delivering it, without a clue about where to find her. that is, until she walked in the front door.

although my mother had briefly met marquita at our student retreat, her face didn't trigger any memories. marsha recognized her immediately from the pictures the young sculptor showed her over a year ago. the beautiful sculpture was sitting on a window and was immediately delivered to its rightful owner. (i'm glad i didn't swipe it for my apartment like i had initially planned).

this is how divine order works. so much is going on beneath, above, beyond the surface that we aren't even aware of...so many options in this choose your own adventure story called life...did i mention that we also discovered last night that marquita and my sister are in the same sign language interpreter class?

what if marquita had just gone to the bookstore like she initially planned?

what if she had ridden along but decided to stay in the car?

what if marcia had decided not to come to the meeting?

well, none of it happened that way. everything unfolded beautifully, like a bob ross painting on pbs. and that's an incredibly humbling thing. just goes to show how much we really aren't in charge. that's why the true power is found when you let go and just go with the flow.

love,

me

posted by Phoenix @ 6:56 AM