So my mother felt led to pray that someone would encourage me today.  I didn’t know that.  I just left the house feeling tense and not in the best frame of mind to socialize with a group of educators from all over Chicago.

I sat with my old friend Richard at Starbucks in Dundee on the way home.  As I went to leave this random Starbucks on the edge of a city of millions, Richard rushed back with one last thing to discuss.  If he had not delayed me I wouldn’t have seen Chuck, my professor from National-Louis, who I haven’t seen since I was in his class four years ago.  He wouldn’t have told me how handsome I looked shaved (that’s Chuck).  He wouldn’t have told me how he remembered the map I drew in his class.  He wouldn’t have told me how proud he was of seeing me implement the methods he taught at Moody.

My mother jumped and clapped when she heard the news.  She told me of her prayer that I would be encouraged by someone.  Who would have thought that it would be Chuck?  She was just so ‘chuffed’ at how faithful God is.