Facials and Other Divine Appointments by K. Denise Holmberg
My fabulous children gave me a spa day for my birthday. It was heavenly. My first appointment was a facial with a wonderful woman named Sharon Denise. “Denise is my middle name, too,” I said opening a litany of similarities between us. Through a few minutes of conversation, we discovered we had lots in common. We both had lived in San Diego, married men from Arizona, adopted two kids, and had a grandbaby born last August. Then she said whispered, “Oh Lord, I believe in divine appointments.” “Looks like we have at least one more thing in common," I said. "I’m a believer too." “I’m a pastor's wife,” she told me. First of all, when I’m having a facial or massage, I don’t like banter. I want to hear the soft spa music in the background and smell lavender and bergamot wafting in the air. I want to drift away … This was different. I felt that small voice inside telling me to listen . I asked her to tell me her story. Twenty years ago, her husb