Wednesday, I shared with the church ladies about a person I met in college. Her name was Julie Keyt. We'd never met before, but knew about each other through a mutual friend. Most people, when introducing themselves, say normal things like, "Hi. I'm (name goes here). Nice to meet you." Not Julie. The first sound out of her mouth--accompanied by uninhibited gesturing--was, "...and UNDERNEATH ARE THE EVERLASTING ARMS!"
I remember thinking, "I can tell we're going to be real good friends!" But I haven't heard from her in two decades. I wonder what her last name is now? And what kind of situation she might find herself in? Everlasting arms of love--oh Lord, I found myself crying, may they be very real to her even now.
