December 17

I was sitting at the high top table at Starbucks this morning playing a game on my phone when a woman paused in front of me and asked if I was Sherry. I met her gaze and after a brief pause, I recognized her as Tammy.

Tammy was the receptionist at our dance studio. Although I hadn't actually seen her in a number of years, she'd come to mind a handful of times.

As we took a few minutes to catch up, I was --as I so often was in the past-- impressed by how naturally her faith weaved throughout her story and held the pieces together. I aspire to be able to tell my story like she tells her own.

So for an unexpected encounter with an old friend that made me smile and inspired me to do better, I am grateful.