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Dawn Torrence Ireland

The Lord Works In Mysterious Ways

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[color=black:6148a52a1f]I drove an hour today to Durham to meet with a potential new client. Today, I've been in a pretty frantic, stressed and depressed about how some people have no consciences mood. To top it off, I overloaded on coffee and Mt Dew so I was wired too. So I'm driving to meet this client, and I'm praying. Praying something to the effect of "Dear Lord, give me patience today. Make me a better, more forgiving person with those who do not treat others well. Make me more understanding and loving. Please watch over my loved ones, the cherubs and families, etc (long list here, I try to name names of those who really need prayer). Please Dear Lord, let the artist I commissioned come through in time. Please help me with CHERUBS Angel Ball planning and all we have going on because I think I might have bit off more than I can chew with all this stuff", plus a ton of "Thank you, Lord for all blessings you've given me. For Craig and the boys, my family, my friends, CHERUBS, etc" I'm not a greedy praying person, I know I am blessed. ;) ... anyway, you get the gist. This is a typical conversation between me and God and we have a lot when I'm in the car. This is all probably too much info, but it's pertinent to the story.

So I'm praying all these prayers on my way to meet this client that another client set me up with. I had no idea what type of site she wants but I figure it's legal since the client who referred her is a sweet man who is very Christian. So I'm fairly certain she's ok and we've been playing phone tag for weeks but finally meet today. I get to her house and she answers the door and she looks so familiar that I can't concentrate on the web stuff so I finally say "You look incredibly familiar". She says, I work at Duke. She was one of Shane's nurses! I haven't seen her for 14 years - she moved to Alabama before Shane left the hospital that 10 months we lived there, and she just moved back a few years ago. She remembered me and Shane. Told me she heard that Shane had passed away and she was sorry to hear that. Shane and I lived there for 10 months - I was treated like part of the gang after a while, going out with the nurses to dinner and lunch, etc when they'd drag me out of the hospital to take a break. I remember her very, very well, she was like part of my family for almost a year.

The odds are just so weird that we'd run into each other 14 years later like this! The client who referred her knows nothing of Shane and that I was at Duke for almost a year, so he didn't know we could know each other. Durham is *huge* and he lives outside Chapel Hill and just happens to know her because she and his wife worked together and went out to lunch one day and she complained about other designers. She said she called 2 other designers who never called her back so the client's wife told her to call him and ask him about me.

And the other 2 spooky coincidences about all of this are that she's about to become the head peds surgical nurse there so she'll meet *all* the CDH babies parents, even the ones that don't make it to the PICU (terminated the pregnancies, chose another hospital, etc) so she'll be making sure to give them all CHERUBS info. And, this is the freakiest part of all, the web site she wants me to design is a religious, Christian site that will sell angel and cherub items! This will be a side job/company for her and she's already offered to help sponsor the Angel Ball.

So all the aggravation and negativity of earlier today just sort of fell away after that meeting. I couldn't believe God answered my prayer so quickly, so dramatically, like that. I felt like I was whisked back 14 years seeing her again. I know Shane was in that room with us today. There is just no other way it could have all been orchestrated like that except as answer to a prayer.[/color:6148a52a1f]
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  1. karahess's Avatar
    God works in mysterious and mighty ways, doesn't he!