Driving Miss Cheryl

I was walking the streets in Murfreesboro waiting for a guy to finish his government required anger management class, when I met Cheryl.

"Is there anything interesting down that way that's open?" I asked since most of the shops around me were closed.

She proceeded to tell me where the college nightlife was, "...but it's pretty violent, so be careful."

I explained that nightlife wasn't quite what I had in mind, and we ended up talking about for a while. I told her about The Lazarus Project where I was working and she was very interested. It turned out she was in the midst of starting a ministry called Adam's Broken Rib to help single mothers escape the cycle of searching for the knight in shining armor, and turn to their only hope, Jesus.

She said, "Well I think you're a safe man, I'll let you drive me home." Haha, slightly imposing, but very appropriate for a grandma with a car in the shop for repairs. I drove her to her apartment a tiny ways away as she thoroughly explained her family history, genealogy, and upbringing.

She took my email and website and said it was of God that we met.

I think so too.