I have a new friend. I read her writing, correct grammar, make revision suggestions, ruminate on the tricks of the English language, and we talk. We talk about her life in India, her family, her cancer treatments. We talk about dreams that we have for the time that we have on this earth. In some ways, she's my new gig. My first freelance client. In other ways she's a new purpose in my life. I can't help but imagine that God knew we should meet. I wonder what our friendship could produce?
"From one man he made every nation of men,
that they should inhabit the whole earth;
and he determined the times set for them
and the exact places where they should live.
God did this so that men would seek him
and perhaps reach out and find him,
though he is not far from each one of us.
For in him we live and move and have our being.
As some of your own poets have said,
"We are his offspring."