All In God’s Time

Hey There Lovely,

On this rainy morning, I was so looking forward to my mozzarella cheese sandwich with crispy bacon (don’t even touch this one, health nuts:) and an iced creme brulee latte. I was even more thrilled when I met up with my cousin in line ahead of me, who then paid for said lunch. Sweeet! But wait, I open up my take away box and find yellow American cheese. Uuugh! Simultaneously, I’m listening to the stereo as I navigate my way back to work through back to school traffic and pedestrians. Then I hear the DJ talking about how relatives from North and South Korea have been reunited after a separation since the war in the 1950’s. They held hands, wiped tears and shared photographs of loved ones never met. It’s safe to say at this point the cheese incident felt totally ridiculous. I was never really mad about the cheese just annoyed. Have you had a similar situation where you thought, “Wow I was born into a privileged life! Why am I complaining so much?” I wish more people felt this way. I could have turned back and demanded my gooey mozzarella pronto, but I didn’t think it was worth ruining my Christian witness over cheese. Absolutely not! Let’s learn to be content with less, even if you don’t get everything you want in life.

Update: Since this story was written the cousin in line ahead of me passed away in a tragic auto accident. I found this story scrawled on yellow legal paper in my purse and pulled it out after hearing about his passing. I had to think what a miracle that we ended up in the same place at the same time. It was completely coincidental, or so I thought. We took time to catch up on each other’s lives, we laughed. He told me he was excited about some graphic design he was currently working on for an Amish magazine. I thanked him multiples times for my lunch and he shrugged it off like it was no big deal like he did it all the time. He was taking a treat to his wife anyway. No big deal. But now that he’s gone from this earth it feels like a very big deal. It feels like a blessing and God’s hand was in our meeting in this place for a reason. That little chat was our last conversation. That little meeting was the last time I will ever see him. I feel so blessed to be given this gift of time with him. I didn’t deserve it but God orchestrated the whole encounter and I couldn’t feel more loved by the Father for it.
Rest in Peace, Reg
If you are experiencing loss and need to talk or want to go for a coffee sometime, I would love that. I would love to be a listening ear. I certainly don’t have it figured out but I do know coping with a loss it tough and can’t be done alone. We need to come alongside each other and listen.

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Xoxo,
Kim Kauffman
Klassic Photography