At the end of last year, I was in the elevator in the BGC and Dr. Root came into the elevator and pressed the button for the 3rd floor. He introduced himself (even though I had previously been in his evangelism class) and we started talking - you know, about Utah and Mormons and such. I stepped out unto the 3rd floor with him and he looked at me and said, "Grace, I'm not going to remember this, but make sure to come up to me in the fall and grab a meal with me." After that, we parted ways. I remember this brief moment with Dr. Root because at the time, I felt God's presence behind his friendly gesture - it was especially important because I was ending a school-year that had been so incredibly hard.

The other day, I was in the elevator going up to Dr. Vlachos' office and in came Dr. Root. Again, he didn't remember me and asked me what my name was. I didn't bother to tell him that I had been in his evangelism class and that we had already introduced ourselves in the elevator this past may. There was some small talk, and he asked me what my major was, eventually getting off at the 3rd floor.

I am struck by the subtle ways that God remains faithful in my life and the whimsicality of it all. I am reminded that God is consistent and faithful. It's like he wants to tell me that He was there with me during the darkest season and that He is still with me in the here and now - in the season of growth and increasing fascination with God's love and grace. His love truly never ends, never recedes.