Fate: A love story about God's mighty plan
I have always believed in fate.
I haven’t just believed in it but I have marveled at its power.
God’s plan in action—fate, destiny—we dip our toes into footsteps we were already meant to walk in. That hair raising thing that happens when you look back and see life’s turns that, if missed, would have altered life as you know it.
For me, that was my first job.
Honestly, I didn't want a job. I was kind of a nerd or geek--whichever one of those don't make good grades--and generally I was just awkward.
You know, all the qualities I still possess but have learned to hone into the asset they are today (right?!).
My mom and dad made me get a job so I could pay for stuff like car insurance and learn to be a decent hardworking individual.
I was almost at the end of my first shift as a waitress when I had to ask for more sugar to refill the coffee bar.
My response came from eyes as deep as the sea with laughter splashing around on the surface, beside him three waitresses swooned (that's still a word--right?)
"Gotta be louder than that if you want anything around here," he said, tipping his head back toward the chaos of a busy kitchen and accompanied by a chorus of giggles.
I was always jealous of girls that could talk to boys. My flirting skills included running into poles when smiling, accidental drooling when attempting to speak, and sudden twitches while making eyes--or whatever that is called.
This was different, though, because it was my job to talk to him.
Night after night I asked for things from the kitchen, and it led to conversation. He listened to me--he thought I was funny, and he enjoyed watching me stumble with words and nerves--he saw I was genuine.
He put together all my pieces I worked so hard to hide from everyone else.
And he kept me like a treasure--as his best friend.
See here is what I didn't know all of those years--Shawn needed someone to trust. Life had left him cynical about love and marriage, and his life motto was "I am never getting married."
Through six years of friendship, God showed him he could trust me with his heart. One day he took me to the movies (something we did often anyway) but this time he took my hand.
All those giggling girls had faded away, and standing there was just me: the girl he loved. I was just as awkward as ever, but he loves that about me.
He has helped me to love that too.
Fate: God's ultimate plan.
As I now sit in our kitchen with our two little boys buzzing at my feet, I remember all the days that led here.
Long before I met Shawn, my Dad worked in a neighboring town about double the size of ours and we wanted to move there.
But it just never worked.
After one real estate contract fell through, and other trip-ups along the way, my parents came to realize it just wasn't meant to be.
I was so upset; I hated school and I had only three friends--counting my mom. I just thought moving away would fix everything.
I couldn't see the whole picture like God could.
Moving to a bigger town meant I would never have put in my application, and God knew that.
Wrapped in that piece of paper bearing my name and no previous work experience, was everything that has come into being today--my sweet family.
Today might be ordinary, but hidden in our steps is a master plan leading us exactly where God wants us to be.
And not just me--my kids too.
My footsteps align their fate as we make future impacting decisions, and star-crossed in our movements are those that will help pave family generations to come.
God's plan: fate, destiny--whatever you want to call it.