The Dress

Ok, crazy story! So, I needed to get a dress altered for my roommate's wedding, and I randomly found a lady in my hometown who was able to do it. As I was talking with her, I found out she grew up in the Christian Reformed Church, and I mentioned that my grandpa was a Christian Reformed minister. She said she grew up in Hawarden, IA and I knew my mom's family lived in or near there at one time. At this time I didn't think anything of it, but told her what I was doing with The Navigators and gave her my business card. Two days later, I picked up the dress and we got to talking again. I mentioned that my grandma, Ann Buseman, lived with my parents. This woman replied, "Oh, I knew Busemans in Hawarden! Fred Buseman." To which I replied, "That's my grandpa!!" It turns out that my grandpa was the minister at her home church growing up, and remembered that he really worked with her brother with his faith. What a small world! She even remembered my mom and my aunt's middle names. Now they all live in Indianola. Isn't it crazy how the Lord brings people back together? The legacy of faith and connection of believers never ceases to amaze me. Who would have thought one little dress could bring about such a story...