Okay, let's start with the fact that I never take the C train. When en route to or from Graham's house I always wait for the A (express) train but, this time, on account of the fact that I was running 15 minutes late (Graham's fault because...reasons!) and didn't have the 12-ish minutes to wait out the A, I got on the C.
I'm reading, counting the seconds till Fulton St and my medium hazelnut coffee when she ambles on to the train. Yet another in an endless line of 'hard luck' stories. Or so I thought. 'Yal'll, I've had some hard times but I've been really blessed. I'm not here to ask you for anything, I just want to sing for yal'll. Fine, whatever. Only...she was good. Really good. Like, put my book away good. Talented as she was that was not the most amazing thing that I saw in that moment; that came from the woman sitting next to me. Her name is Taylor and as the young lady's performance wound down, she called the woman over and handed her a bag containing shoes she'd JUST bought! (amazingly, they're the same shoe size). I was blown away. Before I could ask her anything she turned to me and said something to the effect of "God shows me so much. I'm just glad He allows me to be apart of it." Yeah. I couldn't have said it better myself.
Turns out we were getting off at the same stop (Fulton). We talked about the books we were reading (she had also been reading before this amazing event) and exchanged Instagram handles (taylented).
This past Sunday I watched my sister and cousin lead our church in prayer (our church is between pastors at the moment), as I listened to their passionate expression of faith I was filled with pride, admiration, and awe...and unequivocal conviction that The Lord is indeed a real and tangible presence in what often seems a weary world.
Wow, how amazing! sounds like both women were amazing. It's moments like that that make me believe in the goodness of people. God and The Lord are everywhere, in everything we do.
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