In 1991 (22 years ago) when I was working at Lincoln Center, Kathy Miles was our receptionist and I was in the back being the leasing assistant. I really wish I could remember just exactly how this whole thing started, but basically we began to notice that whatever actual time of day it seemed, one of us would glance over at the clock and it would be exactly 2:22 pm. As we discussed this mystifying phenomenon, we laughed at how either the day felt like it was flying by or creeping at a snail's pace - depending on what time we thought it was before we looked at the clock. As the days and weeks and months continued to roll along, it continued to happen every day. When I'd get off the phone with the leasing agent as he had called in that morning, I'd take a break and go get my second cup of coffee. When I came back to my desk, I'd think about a project due time and I'd casually glance over at the clock - WHAT????? It just couldn't be 2:22 pm already! Kathy would do the same type of thing. We began to think someone was messing around with the clocks. We replaced the batteries. It kept happening. Finally we decided it was some sort of message or omen or prophecy - we were grasping at straws, but honestly, it was pretty weird.
Being fairly new Christians, we thought we'd better search all the scriptures referenced as 2-22 in the Bible. Maybe the Lord was trying to get our attention. Although all that time in the Word was quite beneficial, neither of us could come up with any specific point we thought the Lord might be trying to make.
As life moved on, I began to think of things like:
* I had two kids
* I had two sisters
* Each of my kids had two close friends
* I once had lost my two front teeth
I don't know.....I guess I was just trying to figure out if it meant anything. It just kept happening. And not only at work, but we'd be driving and I'd pass one of those Bank signs with the weather, date, time etc. The time would read 2:22. Or I'd be taking a nap on a Sunday afternoon after church and when I opened my eyes, I'd look over to see what time it was: 2:22. Not 2:30 or 2:20, but always 2:22. Things like that. Constantly. Everywhere.
Today is February 22. 2/22.
16 years ago Dave asked me to marry him. He had called earlier that week to say he'd like to take me out to dinner on Friday night. Okay. Well, on Friday afternoon, he had some sort of distraction-type thing (I can't recall what it was....car related, I think) - anyway, he called to say he'd have to come on Saturday night instead. Okay. Nothing special seemed to up, so Saturday it was. He came and picked me up and we went to Hunan's in downtown Portland. Great dumplings in hot peanut sauce!!! After we'd eaten, he asked me to marry him. I'm not going to go into all the particulars (there really aren't many anyway), but of course I said yes. Now the part of the story that is interesting as it relates to my 2-22 mystery, is I didn't know about the original plan of proposal on Friday night, which he had apparently specifically planned for Friday night. That would have been Feb. 21. But as he began to tell me the reason he had to change the night from Friday to Saturday, I realized it was out of his control and that the actual date for his proposal to me was - dare I say "destined" - to be on Feb. 22.
And now as I end this post, I am still mystified at the many such "happenings" in our life since then, all having to do with the number 2 - in duplicate or triplicate. And some things have changed:
* Dave and I had twins
* I have four girls...two older than my son and two younger
* I've had two husbands
* Dave & I have lived in two houses, the one we live in now we moved into on Feb. 2, 2002
* I went to an eye clinic in Hillsboro last Tues. to meet two people (my sis & mom) for mom's doctor appt. and my sis gave me directions. I got there early and was waiting outside for them. I looked up at the side of the building as I was waiting and pacing the sidewalk looking for my sister's car....the address of the eye clinic was 222 on Eighth St. The funny thing was, after waiting past the set meeting time, I text'd my sis and told her I was here waiting outside - where was she? She apologized and said she had actually given me the wrong street name. There is another eye clinic on Seventh. That was where she & mom were - waiting for me.
I know......silly stuff.
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