Forgiveness = Elation

I cannot believe that God does not answer prayer.  After praying this weekend, multiple times, I walked into my interviewing class with the livid friend I mentioned in the previous post.  Since the day in question where I lost my mouth, we haven't spoken much, if at all.  I began to fear today was going to be the worst of all of them (or at least that things hadn't gotten any better), when she had more short words to say after I implied as much that I'd rather have someone else interview me for the coming project in the class, as she was going to, and I didn't want either of our grades to falter because she was still angry with me.  (In it's own right, it's a long story, so I won't go into details.)

To make a long story short, I get the feeling Purell somehow plays into it.  For those who know me and my little idiosyncrasies, I tend to pour a tiny amount of water on my hands when I feel they are too dry, and I have no lotion.  I had no intention of doing that today, as I had juice with me, and my hands didn't feel all that dry.  But my friend, who had pulled out a small bottle of Purell, remembered that I do this sometimes, and offered me some.

I don't know if that Purell was some random act of God, but shortly after I took it, and we'd moved on to discussing questions to a group quiz, I suddenly heard a, "Krista..." emitting from her.  I turned around, and she said, "I'm sorry."

I don't know that I have ever felt such an elation before in my life.  To have lost a friend in such a manner but then get her back is an awesome thing.