Last Minute Miracles
Recently I blogged about friends, making and finding them. One of the friends I have made in my journey is a gal named Frenchie. It’s true, and I named her.
Backstory: Back in the earlier days of Etsy, shop names and owner names weren’t displayed, just a simple username, like many sites. Frenchie’s was ‘FrenchOnion’ and, that being too long to type out, I addressed her as ‘Frenchie’. It took off within the hour, as did our friendship.
In any case, the only way to describe this story is to say that it is a true God event. As is the way to describe most of my life. OK – all of it.
An important band on the soundtrack of my life is Third Day. I’ll never forget about ten years ago, being homeless and living in my car. I used to park behind the church in Baton Rouge because they had great lighting and I felt safe. They gave me a key so I could go inside to wash up and use the rest room and it was really “home” to me. I burned out my copy of Come Together in that time; there were so many nights it got me through, but as much as I LOVE live music, seeing the band live never panned out due to schedules, money, and other various life things that tend to happen.
Fast forward over ten years and Third Day not only has a new album out, but were touring to promote it. The tour was called the Miracle Tour and I wanted to go. I mean I REALLY wanted to go. Unfortunately, none of the tour dates matched my schedule. They came close a few times, but then, nothing.
Suddenly (though I laugh saying that, as if God was not making this happen), my schedule changed and I’d be home for one of their shows only 40 minutes away from me house! What?!
But alas, the show was sold out. Not a ticket to be had. Besides, even if I could get my hands on a pair, who would go with me? I’ve already mentioned I don’t know anyone here in my now “hometown”, and my husband would be working, springtime headed into summer being his busiest time. Preemptively foiled.
Or was I?
Frenchie might enjoy that show, I thought. We’d talked about our love for Christian Rock before. But there was one small problem. She lives in Rhode Island. Not exactly drive for dinner and a show kind of distance. But… I did have a ton of Southwest airline miles I wasn’t likely to ever use. She has a family, so it wasn’t likely she would have been able to drop everything and come out my way, but I tweeted the invitation anyway.
Her response was damn near immediate. She was in. And who woulda thunk it that Third Day tweeted back as well, to come on along. OK.. now it is ON!
Oh, but wait. We haven’t any tickets! Perhaps I had been hasty. It wasn’t like I wasn’t blessed in the live show department. I saw Johnny Cash live. TWICE. And we mustn’t forget about David Bowie.
But, true to His nature, God was not through. I went online one day and right there before my eyes, tickets. Tickets AVAILABLE. Why were they available? Where did they come from? I didn’t care. I snatched them up. 5th row center? No kidding. And wouldn’t you know? They came with a VIP package. We were going to meet the band. OK. I’m in!
I jumped online, booked Frenchie a flight and just like that ,a week later we were face to face. It was thrilling, building a relationship with someone online, but not really knowing what to expect when you meet them. She flew in at the butt crack of dawn (and I mean it. She watched the sun rise in Providence), I fought Chicago rush hour traffic, and after hugging our hellos and sliding into my little car, it was as if we’d grown up together and were simply having a reunion.
We went shopping. We glammed up. We… somehow lost track of time. We still can’t quite figure it out, but we were late. We were panicking. On the road we called everyone we could to be sure that we would be accepted at the meet and greet even though we’d be arriving near 10 minutes late because all the clocks on the earth suddenly decided to speed up. (No seriously, how did it happen?)
But, as the trip would have it, we were not late and we went in without a hitch. We met a very nice woman who stood behind us, met the band, along with Colton Dixon and Josh Wilson, and even brought them gifts. I, of course made them hats which they seemed to like, and Frenchie brought the candles that she and her husband make.
Showtime. We rocked our faces off all night, enjoyed some pricey pizza, and had a little bit of a laugh at all the teenage girls swooning over Colton It was a night of music, fellowship, faith, and awesome, and I couldn’t have planned it that way.
Two days later, Frenchie was back on the plane home and as I dropped her off at the airport, we smiled and said, “yeah, we’ll definitely do this again.” And we are already planning the next adventure!
The blessings that came my way to make this possible were beyond words and it was an experience well worth the wait. Really, does life get any better?
It also reminded me to always remain OPEN to the unexpected blessings that lay ahead. Are you ready to receive a blessing?