It was a day that wouldn't quit. Every turn, a new frustration, new tears, less hope. All I wanted was to do one thing successfully, so I decided to call and deal with my cable pending my upcoming move. But of course, my account wasn't actually mine, but my sisters-- who now lives across the country. And Nicol, at Comcast, heard the tears welling in my voice, and said she'd stay on hold while I tried to call my sister. When I got back on the line with Nicol, she promised to tell me a story that would make me feel better, and began telling me about her day. We laughed, cried, and probably got her in trouble with her supervisor. When we prayed together last night before we ended our call, I felt God's presence in a way I never have. Only he could do this, right? The Lord knew we needed each other last night, and in a way only he can, made himself known to two people last night who needed to hear His voice and know He is still working even in the midst of trials. // maybe you don't believe this, or even that the Lord orchestrates things like this. And that's okay. Nicol and I know who put us together last night, and it wasn't the Comcast switch operator.