I have never been to Peace River. Can I tell you about a miracle...I was having a pep talk with myself driving to Peace River...(I don't usually go to Peace River...but recently was assigned two accounts there)...It was one of those... "You are in a rut, you must get out of the rut...the ruts are everywhere...you are 45, you need to grow up, you need to take some responsiblilty." I went to my 9:30 appt. no one showed up...no problem, went to my 10:30, "She won't be here til one". I found myself in the prettiest town in Alberta...hands down...with a few hours to wander around and be with myself (try it some time it isn't as much fun as it sounds). I thought about the only people I know in Peace River and I thought if I wandered around enough I 'd run into my old friend Jake. It was kind of unlikely...but I had a "sense" that I would. When I showed up for my 1:00...who was standing behind the till? Jake...my blessed (say...bleh said) friend. I think we were both a little shocked...I couldn't articulate there what was going on. In the we said goodbye, he gave me a worship CD and I drove off, with the promise that we would have lunch together the next time I was there. I am not sure that he will ever realise how good, genuinely, altogether good, it was to see him. That meeting has unleashed a flury of facebook postings and re-acquaintance with more friends, better than I could have dreamed...there is something ordained in it all. My mother always said, "To err is human, to forgive divine". It has taken me a long time to engage the divine on my behalf, but I believe it is happening...peacefully, in my heart, without the added noise of religion, or guilt. Without the blush of shame and the darkness of ungrace.
