Amy

When I was twenty-two years old, I started a car detailing business.

Every weekend I would wash my towels at a laundromat where I met Amy, the attendant. We

began talking while my laundry ran, and eventually we became good friends. I even met her

parents and spent time at their home.

Eventually life took us in different directions, and we lost contact.

Eight years later, my girlfriend Charity and I were going through a very difficult season. We

were temporarily homeless and searching for somewhere to stay for the night.

We were walking through the parking lot of the Budget Suites apartments when a car drove past

us.

Charity recognized the driver.

The car stopped, and we approached it.

It was Amy.

Eight years had passed, yet at the exact moment we needed help, our paths crossed again.

She invited us to stay at her house that night.

Moments like this made me realize something about life.

People enter and leave our lives at specific times, often without us understanding why. Yet years

later their path may cross ours again at the exact moment their presence is needed.

Our lives are not isolated journeys.

They are interconnected.

We meet certain people, face certain trials, and walk certain paths because those moments play a

role in something larger than ourselves.

Looking back, I began to see life as a divine path—one that connects people and events together

in ways we could never orchestrate on our own.