If you know Kenneth and I from back in the day, you know the significance and close relationship we shared with our good friend, Tiffany. We were friends in high school and Kenneth and I followed in Tiffany’s footsteps by attending Northwestern University.
Before Kenneth and I became a couple, it was the three of us that were in cahoots. All three from the South Side of Chicago, trying to navigate the new world of a prestigious institution, 20-page papers, and late nights in the Black House laughing and joking when we should have been working - we grew close like a makeshift family.
While in college, Kenneth actually prayed for Tiffany in a difficult season of her life and let her know that he believed God told him she would eventually marry the then, ex-boyfriend, Ross. Of course, irritated beyond belief, Tiffany rolled her eyes at what seemed to be nonsense at the time. Still, Kenneth held on to it. Eventually, Tiffany did too.
The three of us would go on to pursue our dreams, our relationship with God, work in campus ministry, attend church together, get married (Me to Kenneth and Tiffany to Ross), become godparents to each other’s children, and continue to be extended family.
Tiffany and Ross are moving to Atlanta this week.
Yes. You read that right. They are moving.
Kenneth goes to heaven. Tiffany moves to Atlanta. As if that was not enough, in the winter my local Target is closing.
I believe the words the songwriter wrote are as such; “Time is filled with swift transition...”
I️n talking to Tiffany on Saturday night about this dark season, we spoke about how we might liken it to fall quarter, my freshman year (her sophomore year) at Northwestern. Grades in the gutter. Money was funny. Her and Ross broken up. Feeling alone. Not quite a plan to pull the pieces back together.
Oh, but if we could have seen what God had up His sleeve.
In the months, years, and decade to follow that dark time, GPA’s would skyrocket, study abroad and internships would happen, new jobs, wedding bells, new houses, student loan forgiveness, baby showers, restoration, and the promises of God would be fulfilled in our lives. We could not see it then. But, it was around the corner. We discussed this on Saturday and asked each other, “Do you think...? Could it be...?”
I attended church with them the next morning for their last service. The preacher preached on praise and worship and then told us all to stand and praise God in expectation. Right there, the praise team began to sing a song with these lyrics:
“I've seen You move, come move the mountains.
And I believe, I'll see You do it again.
You made a way, where there was no way
And I believe, I'll see You do it again.”
We. Were. Wrecked. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽