One time I was visiting the area about 80 miles from where my YF lives (I live around 1000 miles from him) but had absolutely no way of getting to him this time. I hadn't seen him in over a year and was feeling very down that I'd come all this way and couldn't make it the last little bit to there, and I probably wouldn't have a chance to come down in another year or so.

I started crying and praying like I rarely ever do, and just figured I'd resign myself to the situation. But I so badly wanted to see him!

Some 4 hours later a friend of a friend who dropped by, turns out, was going THAT way, to spend the night and come back the next day. Voila! I went with him and spent the coolest 24 hours with my YF I'll never forget. When it was time to go, I was just about ready to say goodbye and turn around and leave (goodbyes were always awkward with us), and HE GAVE ME A GREAT BIG HUG, which he's never ever done before (he was already 14 by this time). I just about jumped out of my skin, and wondered if God hadn't explicitly arranged the whole scenario.

Needless to say, I felt fuzzy for the next month or so...