it was five minutes to 5 pm, i just pulled in from the grocery store, and got the kids ready to go on our afternoon run. the sky looked threatening, but after consulting with the trusted weatherman, and a hearty "the rain will hold off until tomorrow," i continued on. in the smack dab middle of our run, at the farthest point from our house, we hit a torrential downpour. let me set the scene: woman running like mad to get her two kids in the stroller out of the storm... people drove by probably thinking i was such a lame mom or if they were nice, maybe felt sorry for me. i ran a mile as fast as i possibly could, while pushing 90 pounds of precious cargo plus a stroller, to get to our neighborhood pool, to seek a covering under the pavilion.

in the meantime, i was trying not to curse the weatherman. only in their profession can they be wrong all the time and it hardly matter. the other day there was a 60% chance of rain, but instead no rain came. then, the day when there is supposed to be none, it's a torrential downpour. funny! kind of.
we reached the locked gate at the pool, but a woman was there, letting her older kids enjoy a swim in the rain. she opened the gate and our eyes met in a familiar stare. in a neighborhood of some 800 homes, people tend to look familiar every now and then. her warm smile made me feel comfortable. we small talked under the shelter as the rain pounded down harder and harder. come to find out, she was one of the nurses that was with us at the hospital when Sage was born. we talked then about living in the same neighborhood, but had not run into each other until now, almost exactly two years later.

she told me about how tired she was. i could see a sadness in her soul. for whatever reason, she quickly confided in me, said her marriage was not good and had been in shambles for years. this day was the hardest day in a long time because she ended up sleeping at a hotel the night before. she had read Psalm 57 that morning and begged the Lord for His mercy in the midst of this trial. i told her i read James 1 that very morning, and talked about considering trials with pure joy. we exchanged numbers, i told her to call me for anything and that i would pray for her. the rain stopped. hope sat before our very eyes as we saw the end of big and bright rainbow smack dab in the pool parking lot.
i'm kind of certain that our meeting was a God-thing; the rainbow sealed the deal. i had been to the pool that morning and met no one... and i normally pray that i will meet moms, to build relationships, to know them, to meet people that don't know Jesus, so that i can share with them His name. i consider it my mission field. since there weren't any moms there that morning, i was bummed and felt like the day wasn't all that i intended it to be. but lo and behold, in the midst of a rain storm, forcing me back to the pool, at a time that i normally would have never been there, i met a woman in need. in need of knowing that someone would pray for her and that she now has help close by. i came home after that encounter reminded full on of how i often plan a path for myself but the Lord always determines my steps. detours aren't really accidents, of course. they certainly are destined.
may i always see the beauty in living with determined steps.