Chance Encounters, Cold Calling and a Colonoscopy

photoI had to put some distance between myself and this particular adventure before I could bring myself to share it. This really happened. I changed a couple of names, but the story is 100% true.

A few months ago, my mom went on a trip with some of her girlfriends. She says she waved at us as she drove through Louisiana on her way to Mississippi, but I’m glad she was able to take a break from our craziness for a few days to get some rest!!! On her travels, she ended up in a boutique in Natchez, MS, where she and her friends made a new friend–one of the sales team members.  Somehow, the subject of children came up. This lady and my mom eventually figured out that their kids not only live in the same city, but also actually live in the same subdivision, right around the corner from one another. The sales woman gave Mom her son’s and daughter-in-law’s names and contact information, and my mom promised to give me the information the next time she talked to me.

My mom kept her promise.  She just couldn’t get away from the feeling that meeting this lady wasn’t just a chance encounter. It was one of those “God Moments” that can catch us by surprise, and maybe even make us a little uncomfortable, but that almost always bring something wonderful into our lives.

For about six weeks, I failed to keep my promise to make the call. I just couldn’t get up the courage to pick up the phone. I was nervous. Well, ok, I’ll be honest:  I. Was. Petrified.  I could not get motivated to call up a total stranger and say…what, exactly??  “Hey! You don’t know me, but my mom met your mother-in-law in a shop in Natchez, MS, and your mother-in-law (who, for all I know, you absolutely cannot stand) told me to call you. So, here I am.  Calling you.  I’ve got four kids, and I live around the corner from you. I don’t get out much, but I like biscuits, reading in the middle of the night, and the color blue. Do you want to be my friend?” 

I don’t mean to get all spiritual about something as mundane as a phone call, but I can’t tell you how often I’ve felt like Moses did when he said, “Pardon your servant, Lord. I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue.” The Lord said to him, “Who gave human beings their mouths? Who makes them deaf or mute? Who gives them sight or makes them blind? Is it not I, the Lord? Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say” (‭Exodus‬ ‭4‬:‭10-12‬ NIV).  I figured Moses’ story was in the Bible for a reason, and perhaps I would come out better if I didn’t do what he did and ask God to send someone else. God did send Aaron to speak for Moses, but He wasn’t happy with Moses when he refused to trust that God would give him the words to say.

In spite of my fear, I kept feeling that tug at my heart. You know, the one you get when you know you’re doing something you shouldn’t do… Or, like me, the one you get when you’re not doing something you know you should? I couldn’t shake it. I could not get away from the fact that I felt like I was supposed to meet this woman.

So, one Thursday, during a rare, successful nap time (all four angels fell asleep at the same time), I mustered up the courage to trust God and take Him at His word. I just did it. My hands were shaking, my stomach was in knots, and my mind was totally blank, but I somehow punched the numbers in, hit “Call,” let it ring without hanging up, and before I knew it, Jane and I were talking.

God never goes back on His promises. He gave me the words. I didn’t say anything completely insane or talk about biscuits, weird reading habits or things that are blue. We made a plan to meet soon, and I hung up feeling like I had just parted the Red Sea all by myself.

Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. I was having some health issues, so I called the first internist’s office I found on Google to schedule an appointment. The doctor I randomly selected based on her gender wasn’t available for several weeks, so I asked for the next available appointment.

The day of my appointment came. I sat down with a “Dr. Smith,” who was relatively new to the practice, and described my concerns. He listened intently and then told me the plan. We scheduled what he called a “double,” and I went on my way.

When I got home, I was reviewing my paperwork for the upcoming tests, and I happened upon “Dr. Smith’s” full name, which I immediately recognized.

I won’t lie. I panicked. I had just scheduled an endoscopy and colonoscopy to be performed by my neighbor.

Yep. You guessed it. He’s Jane’s husband. You know, my new friend from down the street? Her husband.

Why couldn’t he be my neighbor that I just wave at from a distance when I pass him in the neighborhood? I’d even settle for the giant one who refuses to wear a shirt (or shorts that cover his entire rear end) when he checks the mail in the mornings!  Nope. It had to be that neighbor. His mom gave my mom his wife’s cell phone number. AND I CALLED HER. We talked. We even had things in common. I liked her. Now, I can’t talk to her EVER again because her husband is my new doctor whose office I randomly picked off of Google.

I called my husband. He laughed hysterically and said, “Only you, babe. That would only happen to you.”

Thanks for the support, Ryan.

Seriously? I couldn’t have picked another office off of the internet? One of the six other doctors in his office couldn’t have been available? His mama told my mama that he’s a really nice guy, and I’m sure he is. We met. He was nice. It’s not personal, but…well, actually, it is. It is VERY personal. Why me?? Why him??? This. Cannot. Be. Happening.

It happened. The night before the tests, in the midst of the fun that is prepping for those tests, my husband tried to cheer me up, because, you know, he was so helpful with that the first time.

He said, “Don’t worry, Babe. He won’t be looking at your face. He will never recognize you.”

Thanks again, “Babe.”

I would love to be able to end this entry with a “and we all lived to tell about the funny way we met, and we’ve been best friends ever since” kind of happy ending. But, that would just be a lie.

I’m still working up the courage to call Jane again and listen to the tug at my heart that says, even though it really ended up being an insane series of coincidences that led to yet another encounter with these neighbors of mine, God is up to something. Why else would He keep nudging (or full-on shoving) me to make a new friend? I’ll let you know when I get the guts to do what I know He wants me to do.

Until then, I’m going to keep looking for “God Moments” and encourage myself by saying those moments aren’t usually quite so traumatic.

Also, you shouldn’t worry about taking advantage of your “God Moments.” As my hubby so sweetly pointed out, apparently, this kind of craziness only happens to me

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