A little while back, Kalliope and I were having lunch at Chick-Fil-A and I noticed a couple of “punk” guys walk in.  They were both in baggy jeans black hooded sweatshirts, and one had a huge mowhawk.  Tattoos, piercings, whole nine yards.  I remember sitting there and thinking to myself, “These guys probably don’t even know that this is a Christian franchise.”  As if on cue, the mowhawked one took off his sweatshirt to reveal a black tee underneath that read “Lamb of God”.

I remember just sitting there smiling and thanking God for His, as always, perfect timing.  I absolutely LOVE moments like these.  It helps me to remember that He sees everything and hears every little thought.  That must have been over a year ago, but I don’t think I will ever forget that moment.