God’s Mysterious Ways

I was in the café reading a paperback.

Sipping my coffee and kicking back.

In came a couple and ordered breakfast..

Another customer was asking for his check.

I looked out the window. Rain had begun.

Here came in two more, on the run.

Soon it was crowded. Noise level was high.

Just an average morning I thought with a sigh.

Someone asked to join me in my booth.

I said sure. To refuse would be uncouth.

It was a woman about my age.

Her perfume reminded me of sage.

I sipped my coffee & continued to read.

She got out her cell phone & dialed on speed.

I guess she was talking to her boss.

She explained how the account was facing a loss.

I heard a lot of ‘squawking’ on the other end.

She politely hung up , then said “Sorry friend.

“No problem”, I said in reply.

“I didn’t mean to disturb your reading time.”

“Like me, you read when you can, or at least try.”

I only nodded and said it was fine.

“What ya reading?” she asked

“An apocalyptic science fiction story.”

“Oh, science fiction is my favorite blast.”

“What is the name of that story?”

I told her and we started to talk.

She told me about herself.

We had a lot in common. Who would of thought?

I told her some about myself.

She seemed to grow quiet when I mentioned my religion.

I didn’t say anymore as she seemed turned off.

Before long she excused herself & fluttered out like a pigeon.

I saw a problem so I came on soft.

I knew her name so added her to my prayer list.

I sipped my coffee & watched the rain.

God led her here. I was sure of this.

Now, the work was the Holy Spirit’s, that was plain.

God works in mysterious ways.

We cannot know what He has in mind.

Maybe soon, one of these days.

I will meet her again, which will be fine.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)