God Works In Mysterious Ways
It was in the evening when I got to town.
The local watering hole was having a big ‘ho down.’
Cars were parked up and down the street.
Looked like a good place to find someone to meet.
The place was packed. No cover charge.
Lots of rednecks were up at the bar.
Several guys & girls were out on the floor.
Dancing to a live band and they wanted more.
They were whooping , hollering, & carrying on.
Dancing up a storm as the band played on.
There was one empty table over on the right.
Vacated after others were thrown out for a fight.
I told the waitress I was a peaceful man.
I avoid trouble every way that I can.
She smiled and went to get me my drink.
As she smiled I gave her a wink.
I looked around at all the others.
Seemed all the gals were with another.
I knew if I tried to horn in,
that would be when trouble would begin.
What I told the waitress, I said right. I was not looking for any fight.
Soon she returned with my drink in hand .
I said keep them coming as best you can.
I slipped her an extra large tip.
She smiled with a quiver in her lip.
Later, as she came by, she would say “Hi.”
Quickly, I caught that look in her eye.
So, I asked her when she got off.
“Right after closing time I’ll be off.”
She asked why I wanted to know?
“Coffee & food sounds good, you want to go?”
“You bet. I can hardly wait.”
Just like that I had a date.
The evening dragged on. The music was good.
The waitress treated me like she should.
Finally, the band played their last number.
People were leaving. Heading home to slumber.
The waitress came with purse in hand.
“I’ll ride with you. I usually ride with the band.”
We went to an all night coffee shop.
Got in a booth and we sat and talked.
She said her name was Candy.
I said “Super. my name is Andy.”
“The band watches out for me when they can.”
“I told them you were safe, a peaceful man”
I laughed at that as we talked over coffee.
Then we ordered breakfast to go with the coffee.
She said she only worked on weekends.
Sometimes on holidays.—- It depends.
Most of her time she is in school.
Studying to be a Archeologist too.
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.
The coincidence was really weird.
I had just become an Archeologist myself.
Religious Archeology was my stealth.
She was as surprised as was I.
”I couldn’t have picked a better guy.”
It seemed she was interested in religious artifacts.
“Right out of high school”, she said “That’s where it’s at.”
We spent the rest of the evening together.
I asked to see her more. She said ”In any weather.”
She finishes school this summer.
That’s when I’m leaving for a dig. What a bummer.
That is, unless she comes along.
I mean, a meeting like this can’t be wrong.
It wasn’t long & we were digging up something good.
We hadn’t left town yet, but we knew we would.
We were married before we left for the dig.
We went on our honeymoon in my old rig.
We wanted to make a great discovery.
Regardless of the work for the recovery.
If we did or didn’t could take time.
But, we both knew we already made our greatest find.
That was finding each other the way we did.
We’re sure God was leading. Praise what He did.
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)