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  • The wedding would be in Albuquerque. My daughter would be the bridesmaid for her college room mate. She would also be the mother of a newborn. When she called to fill me in, she wanted to know if her dad and I would go to Albuquerque and help with the new baby during the wedding. Of course we would. I had wanted to go to New Mexico for years.

    I hung up the phone and immediately made plane reservations and started looking for a place to stay. A place in Abiquiu where Georgia O'Keeffe had lived. O'Keeffe paintings (or prints thereof) hang throughout our house. There is a bookshelf filled with books on her, her paintings, and her life. I wanted to walk where O'Keeffe had and breath the air she often spoke of when interviewed.

    A few weeks later, after all the reservations were made, my daughter called again.

    "I'm sorry, Mom. But Holly has cancelled the wedding. We won't be going after all."

    "That's okay, your dad and I are still going. I've always wanted to go to New Mexico and this is my chance."

    "Oh, well, maybe we'll go, too."

    "That will be fine as I have rented a two-bedroom casita in Abiquiu. There will be room for you two and the baby."

    Many years before this, I had made plans to go to New Mexico, specifically Abiquiu, for the summer. Even had the money set aside for the vacation rental. Then a young girl in our church made a plea for people to sponsor a mission trip to Thailand, and I could hear God telling me to give her the money I had planned to use for the rental.

    "But, but, but..." I wanted so badly to go to New Mexico.

    God's voice came loud and clear, "New Mexico will always be there. You will go at another time."

    I knew this was that time.

    We flew into Albuquerqe; our son-in-law, daughter, and baby granddaughter drove from California. We got to visit with the college room mate. We visited the O'Keeffe Museum in Santa Fe. And, we stayed in this lovely casita in Abiquiu. It was a wonderful vacation.

    Two years later we returned for the wedding. This time we flew with our granddaughter and now pregnant daughter, both of whom would be in the wedding. Not only had New Mexico always been there, it had remained for me to return.
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