Several years ago we planned to take a family trip to China to visit friends, so had to get new passports for our kids. However, after turning the house upside down several times we could not find the kids’ birth certificates. Before I got around to getting new copies, we decided that then was not the best time to go, so scrapped the idea of updating the passports.

Fast forward a couple of years, and listen to my daughter whine at me about how her good friend at school goes to Mexico over spring break, and why can’t she go to another country for vacation? I explained that to go out of the country she would need a new passport. “Then get me one,” was her reply. So a month or so ago I promised her that I would go get new copies of her and her brother’s birth certificates so that we could get updated passports. I told her that I didn’t think we would go to Mexico anytime soon, but could go to Canada. She thought that would be fine.

So as not to be chastised when I picked her up after school, I dutifully made my way from school to the county courthouse. On the way to the courthouse, I passed by another  location of a restaurant that my husband and I had just tried several weeks before, and had loved! I thought of friends who  lived in the area that we hadn’t seen in awhile, and decided that I would invite them to meet us at that restaurant for lunch.

I got the birth certificates, drove home and immediately got onto my email to send an invite to our friends. They were available, which brings us to today (well, technically yesterday, since it is now past midnight).

While enjoying lunch together, my husband, who is an electrical engineer by training, shared how God had helped him fix an electrical problem with the neighbor’s car earlier in the week. Our friend’s perked up, “Really? We have a possible electrical problem with our car that we were told may be very expensive to fix, so were just praying about how we could deal with it. Would you come and look at our car?”

Since we had nothing planned for the afternoon, no problem. So my husband worked on the car with the guy, while I sat inside chatting with the gal. Somehow she and I got on the subject of me being a retired technical writer, so she asked if I would be willing to read their newsletter and edit it. Well, ok. I enjoy doing that, so she went and got it.

Several hours later, with the car running, the newsletter edited and a lot of fun conversation along the way, it was time for my husband and I to go. We had a houseful of friends coming over for a Christmas party this evening. As we were heading out, the guy mentioned that he would like to get the newsletter into a great looking format. I have no skill in that area (as you may have noticed from my near-total reliance on the formatting ability of the WordPress team) but I have a friend, we’ll call him M, who is quite talented in graphic design who was going to be at the Christmas party tonight!

The guy was thrilled with that possiblity. After asking M’s wife if he actually had time to work on such a project, and getting her ok to talk to him about it, I approached him. M was thrilled to use his skills to help the guy and in turn to network with the guy, as they both are in similar lines of work – bringing the Gospel to people both here in the US and around the world.

I’m thinking angels took those first birth certificates!


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Heather Holbrook

I found out that I have Autism upon having a son with the same "disorder." Ironically, I was voted, "Most Likely to Succeed," by my high school classmates. But had I been born now, instead of 40+ years ago, I would have been considered a different sort of special. This site was started to encourage other Autistics and the people who love them .

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