Crossing Paths

I was sitting in Sunday School this morning and I noticed that two new women were being introduced in our class. They were talking to one of the teachers when I heard someone use my name as a question. My mind began reaching back into the old memories and began to comprehend that I knew that voice. It then had to try and remember the name. Misty Jones. A friend of mine from NSU and the BCM. She left NSU in 2002 for LSU and spent the last few years teaching in Louisiana. However last weekend she moved to Ft Worth to start a new teaching position. Her supervisor invited her to Travis and they stopped by our class. It was good to see a familiar face and just reminisce. At the same time, it seemed odd that we’d end up crossing paths in the way that it happened.