But as we turn the corner of yet another street void of available parking spots, I realize our plans must change. We are a half hour late with no parking space in sight. I search our phones for our new friends' phone number. We don't have it.
Finally--an idea: why don't I go upstairs to tell them and hang out until Elliott finds a spot?
It's a simple solution... unless you're a person with a recent history of severe agoraphobia.
Yet I knew it was the only solution, and so I step out of the car onto Rittenhouse Square and start searching for their high-rise, all the time keeping the Caedmon's Call song close to heart:
"This day's been crazy but everything's happened on schedule.
From the rain and the cold to the drink that I spilled on my shirt.
'Cause you knew how you'd save me before I fell dead in the garden.
And you knew this day long before you made me outta dirt."
God knew all of this craziness would happen. He knew I'd have to walk into a nearly-stranger's high-rise by myself. He knew, and so it must turn out okay. I must be okay in the end. I just have to keep going and trust him.
I walk into the cathedral-sized lobby and "announce" myself to the desk clerk. She calls up to their apartment and waits for an answer, and I'm grateful for the delay. I've never been in a place quite like this before. I'm intimidated. I keep praying for Elliott to walk through those doors. I walk slowly. I am overly thankful to everyone who helps me. I start to pace. She sends me upstairs, to floor 14.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight."
And so I walk, praying for the grace to trust and for the feet to walk in straight paths. I step out of the elevator into a long, ominous hallway a la The Shining. It's at this point that I think I might have a panic attack. As I walk down the hallway looking for their unit, I feel myself begin to shake. Tears swell up in my eyes and I feel the impending doom falling upon me.
And then: something new.
He said to me: "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in your weakness."
I repeat the verse over and over again with each step, and feel the peaceful presence of the Holy Spirit descend upon me. I stick out my right hand and it feels like the Lord takes my hand and guides me through the self-imposed dark tunnel. And so we walk hand-in-hand to my destination. And I forget about the anxiety. I forget about the overwhelming feelings. I am present. Here.
I knock on the door.