I am pretty certain that I left all my resolve at security. When our ID’s were requested and photo badges created, I got all weirded out. Who knew that we couldn’t just waltz in. Poor Amy left her ID in the parking garage, so she ran like mad to get it.
Pastor Charles waited for Amy on the ground floor of the tower, so I went up to the Senator’s office alone. I punch in 14 on the elevator and get off at 7. I have no idea why I got off at 7. All of a sudden I am dizzy and lightheaded and question my ability to walk in heels.
In the lobby, I meet Patricia and Erik. Patricia is an older woman who looks just about as scared as I feel. Erik is straight out of college and quietly confident. Turns out we have mutual friends. Life is weird that way. Pastor Charles and Amy come in no time with Joanna. Noone knows anything about Joanna.
So we are welcomed into an office lined by hardhats. Mr. Pope conducts the meeting in the absence of the Senator. An intern sits in to take notes. We are assured that everything will be conveyed accurately.
Further introductions are made. Through them we learn that Joanna has worked to protect the rights of bonded slaves in India. She has witnessed the work of International Justice Mission firsthand. Her story trumps any statistics we can rattle off. I love her immediately.
The presentation doesn’t rock. It’s actually kind of awkward, but everyone knows their stuff. I check my notes more than I would like. Amy rattles off Senator’s names. (She is awesome.) Pastor Charles is as articulate as can be. (As usual.) And our newest friends fill in every blank and then some.
Mr. Pope is certain that this bill will line up with the Senator’s ideology. He provides positive feedback. We should know definitively by August 21st. We receive contact information and head out the door. I think I catch Patricia skipping.
In the bottom floor of the tower, we talk about where to go from here. Joanna shares stories about India and I think I could listen to her for hours. We ask questions and laugh and pray. Somehow I know that I will see this crew again.
As we wave and walk away in our own directions, I can’t help but smile in a giddy kind of way. I hadn’t realized I would meet friends today. I hadn’t anticipated anxiety getting the best of me. I hadn’t prepared for such a favorable response.
And in the midst of cringing about a blister on my toe, I realized that I can expect God to do incredible things. I can expect Him to surprise me with joy. I can expect Him to speak through a stutter. I can expect Him to heal brokenness wrecked by trafficking.
Please pray that He will.