It's amazing how good friends, teachers and mentors are all an integral part of who we were, who we are and who we become.

Last week I was rounding the corner of a street just a block away when I saw a familiar face. Her name is Vi Schiefer. She used to be Luke's primary teacher. She loved Luke and was a good friend to our entire family. She is deaf and I was always touched and amazed at how the children in her class could feel her testimony and her love for them and she theirs despite the communication differences.

Vi moved away years ago and we haven't seen her since. But there she was. I was able to take Luke over to visit with her once again. He'd learned ASL since he'd seen her last, and although the vocabulary was a bit rusty, it meant something to her that he would sign what he could.

In the past weeks we've had a number of such encounters that I know were not by chance.

Blessings every one.