Our world became even smaller when, among the first people we met at church, was a man who said he was the founding Skipper of Sub=T.
I'm. Not. Kidding.
(This will make sense if you're an LCUer; if you're not, Sub-T is a men's social club on campus. He founded it. Skipper, President; same thing.)
Church was an answer to prayer. I had been unsettled at not knowing where a "good" church was; well, we found it! The environment was instantly welcoming, the singing was great, and I liked the message that the minister gave. Afterwards, we met too many people to count, among them a young woman who Abby, Kendra, and I clicked with. So much, in fact, that we ended up returning that afternoon to help her shop for her wedding dress! That was an adventure in and of itself. Spoiler alert: she bought a dress, and she looks stunning.
Afterwards, we had time to kill before the small group at the house of one of the elders, so the four of us meandered down King Street in Alexandria. We ended up finding a darling little bakery, and parked it there until it was time to pick James up from the metro.
Continuing on the vein of small worlds, one of the elder's sons attends ACU, and is quite close to my cousin and her new husband (recent ACU grads), as well as at least two people that I grew up going to summer camp with in California.
Coincidence? I think not. This strongly felt like "Well, Clarice. Does this seem like a good place to stay for the summer?" Yes, God.
It was late when we left for home, but we agreed that we were quite happy that we chose to attend Arlington. I'm looking forward to going back.