Thursday, July 19, 2012

Day Three Hundred and Thirteen

The Places You Go, The People You Meet


When I accepted my job offer last week, I had no idea where it would take me. Well, that’s not true. I did know that it would take me to Starbucks – since we still don’t have internet – but where else, I wasn’t sure. I’m still not. But today, I got a little taste of something I never thought I’d encounter, and it’s curious to me how God chooses to place people in your life. Adam and I met Bill, my boss, at a Thanksgiving service project through a local church last year. After running into him a few more times over the next 6 months, he offered me a job within his advertising agency. Currently, I create PowerPoint presentations for various doctors around the nation, in order to ultimately “brand” their specific procedures. Pretty cool. I’m learning a lot, and am excited for what the future looks like. For now, my work is confined to my computer and the internet, which means that I spend a lot of time at Starbucks on various days of the week. Today, I was there for 6 hours. Two of them, I was working. The other 4? I was mind-blown. Through Bill, I met another Jupiter-Starbucks-Local named Michael. Until today, I had said maybe 6 words to him. All “hi.” Nothing else. Adam met Michael once, too, but their conversation was very limited. Bill told me a little bit about Michael: he’s writing a book on the book of Revelation. The last book of the Bible.  And one of the hardest to understand. Immediately, I was intrigued, but mostly, terrified. I was scared to death of talking to him. I don’t know…I’ve always been fearful of professor-type people who know everything. Instead of looking at him as someone to learn from, I looked at him as someone who would make me feel inadequate and stupid. Well, after today, I feel only a remote sense of ignorance and stupidity, but mostly, the need and yearning to learn and know more. Michael opened up my mind to so many different ideas and possibilities about the Christian faith. Some things I passed for cooky-impossibility, but others, I’m genuinely drawn to and excited to begin my own research on. I want to know more about Genesis. About the beginning. About the end. The fall of the angels, Adam and Eve, the Blood Line, the Council of Nicea, the Inquisition, the Arc of the Covenant, King Herod, the Resurrection, the Beast, hieroglyphics, Abraham, Shakespeare, John, Joseph, Mary Magdalene, carpentry. So many things! I want to know more, so much more, about the God I serve and the Savior who rescued me from my imminent death. And I think he crossed my path with Michael’s to give me a little kick. For that, I’m so thankful. I picked up Adam following my conversation with Michael and told him everything I could remember. It was a lot of remembering. I probably misquoted him a hundred times. But now, my husband’s excited to pick his brain too. And that’s cool.


And just because I feel it necessary to share…this is my dear husband’s current state. He’s got a new “thing” for his Under Armor headband. I think he’s convinced that it’ll teach his hair how to grow backwards and away from his face (or something like that). I haven’t yet told him that hair just doesn’t work like that. But I don’t have the heart to say the words. For now, at least it keeps his hair out of his eyes. Next, you’ll notice his one white arm. He’s trying out this new form of “heat compression(?)” or something along those lines. Apparently, a bunch of guys on his team told him that wearing an arm sleeve through the night makes it feel better in the morning. I guess we’ll see in 10 hours. I’m hopeful, at least. And finally, his shirt. Adam used to hunt and loves guns, trucks, and basically anything manly. He just hasn’t had the time for such involved and consuming hobbies. But now he has offseasons…and he’s already begun his preparations by purchasing shirts like this. He’s going to be hunting alligators before we know it, so I might as well begin preparing myself! But I won’t complain…He looks pretty hot to me! 

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