I’m feeling 22.

This actually happened. I knew it would happen, and I couldn’t wait to see when and where it would happen. Here’s why:

I love the number twenty two.

When I played volleyball in high school I choose the number 22. Or maybe it chose me. Kidding.
But seriously. Maybe.
That was the beginning.

I had my 22nd birthday in Germany, away from all my family and friends, while listening to Switchfoot sing these words in my headphones:

“It’s my birthday tomorrow
No one here could know
I was born this Thursday
22 years ago”

When I met Paul, he was 22.
We were married in ’02, on the 22nd of March. ( We wanted the 15th, but it was booked.)
Our flight number for our honeymoon- 222
First child, also, ’02.
The building number of our first home? #2
Our mortgage used to have  2222 in it.
Debit card # had 2222 in it.

It happens so often, yet it’s always kind of shocking. For instance, one day, on our way to our homeschool group we were mulling over what to say as it was our turn to take the stage at chapel to introduce our family. Deciding what to share about myself for the 5th year in a row, I decided to go for quirky, and share my affinity for the number 2. Moments later we pulled behind a car with a license plate that made everyone in the car break out in disbelieving laughter. Smack in the middle of the plate read the numbers 222.

I can’t make this stuff up!

Then there was the time our family of seven was taking the trip of a lifetime across the country from Florida to Cali to visit my old college roomie. Of course we hit a few bumps in the road, and I was stressed about getting to her house “on time.” So I plugged in her address to map quest to see when we would get there and couldn’t believe what I saw…..Arrival time? 2:22

And I can’t leave out the book, “The More of Less,” by Joshua Becker that changed our lives in such a beautiful and profound way. I write about it here. . Wanna guess how many pages are in the book?

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So as the odometer on our old faithful Toyota Sienna turned closer and closer to those fateful numbers, I asked (read harassed) Paul daily….did you miss it??? I need a picture!!! This is more rare than a blood moon people!

And then it happened.

The last number turned. 222,222. And because he loves his crazy wife, he pulled over to take the picture.
So where was he?

He was on his way from Calvary Chapel Fort Lauderdale to our new church home, Calvary Chapel Midtown, on his first day of work as a Pastor there fulfilling a dream and calling that has been on his life for as long as I have known him.

And it couldn’t be more perfect, because I serve such a personal God.

He made me a weird math nerd. And so he humors me. And He does things for me that are special even though they seem silly to some. It is the big things and the small that make me say with Peter in John 6-

“Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and to know that you are the Holy One of God.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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8 thoughts on “I’m feeling 22.

  1. Ok – I'll try this again. Every time I go to comment, I have to resign into my Google account – you'd think I'd learn, right?

    Lauren – you make me laugh!! I am SO BLESSED to have you for a wife to my son, a mommy to my grandchildren and a most special daughter-in-law! 🙂

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  2. I am so blessed by you! And your awesome laugh 🙂

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  3. […] the thing. My God knows that I love numbers (especially the number 22) 🙂 And He was trying to write a story in my life that would glorify His name. But I was holding on […]

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  4. UNBELIEVABLE, I ALSO MARRIED MARCH 22, TAX SEASON BUSY CRUNCHING NUMBERS, LOVE THIS. GOD IS A PERSONAL GOD. YOU ARE MY ONLY 22 SISTER. I FEEL AFFIRMED THAT SOMEBODY GETS ME. LOVE U KEEP WRITING.

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  5. […] like an episode of Hoarders!  I considered putting the book away. I mean, do I really need to read 222 pages of “Get rid of your stuff”? I get it. But since I kind of like rules, I decided […]

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