About a month after John and I were married, we loaded everything we collectively owned (which wasn't much) into a U-Haul and took off for Fort Worth, Texas. John was enrolled in seminary there, and we moved into a cute, green duplex in an area of student housing called Carroll Park.
We lived there for four years, and we both have great memories of our time in that little place. We had wonderful neighbors and friends, and shared many late night cards games and potlucks and craft nights and barbques with them. John and I laugh when we remember some of our quirkier neighbors, including one girl who used to yell at her car when it wouldn't start in the mornings (while her husband slept through it all!), and our next-door neighbor who was a medical doctor studying to be a missionary. His name was literally Dr. Pepper, and his wife was hilarious.
So flash forward almost 18 years to this afternoon.
After church this morning, we had a big picnic out on the lawn. John and I sat down by a couple who is new to our church. They recently moved here from Texas, having graduated from the same seminary that John did. We started reminiscing about Fort Worth and seminary and student housing, and it turns out they lived in Carroll Park too. I told them we lived on Merida Ave. They did too. I asked them which duplex. And I had to ask again because I wanted to be sure I heard her correctly when she said they had lived in the SAME UNIT WE DID. 4064 Merida Avenue. How crazy is that???
I love how God brings people together, don't you? It's simply amazing!