The Brilliant Weave of God

We never know how God will weave the threads of today.

Three years ago, my son began his freshman year at our state university, moving into an off-campus scholarship house with 15 others boys.

His roommate turned out to be my friend’s son who had just transferred to the university.

“Let’s go cook dinner for the boys,” she suggested.

This friend. She’s always been so purposeful, intentionally looking for ways to pour into others and connect with neighbors, friends and her children.

Knowing that home cooking is the way to every college boy’s heart, we quadrupled our favorite casseroles, loaded up our mini-vans and headed to our alma mater to cook and serve dinner to these college students.

Our mission was simple: get to know our boys’ housemates and bless them with good food.

For several semesters, we did just that. It seemed simple enough. Little did we know that these kids would soon experience deep loss and, in the brilliant weave of God, these simple dinners  would help create a community for healing.

The rest of this story is in my guest post today at (in)courage. I’d love for you to join me there to read it.   You can sign up here to get daily posts from the (in)courage community.