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If I were to describe myself, I’d say I’m your average believer kind of gal. I’m just like your next-door-desert-wandering-Israelite neighbor who witnesses God parting the Red Sea one day and grumbling, what have you done for me lately, the next.
How soon we forget the everyday workings of God in our lives.
Can you relate?
That’s why I journal everything with vivid detail. The miracles. The places where I see God work, where I see Him come near. Then I go back and savor the sweetness. Remembering how God is true, faithful, and good. And once again I’m struck with awe and wonder.
This is my recent journal entry about a God thing with a young lady from my church who is now working in the international mission field:
A few Sunday’s ago, I was feeling a little“hangry”after LifeGroup and made a beeline toward the front door of the church trying to avoid the temptation of carbs I found all around me in the foyer.
I almost made it when out of the corner of my eye I spotted Susan Freese standing at the AIM booth. All at once I felt prompted to stop. I toyed with the idea of ignoring the heart-prick, I’m sad to say, my stomach will generally (if only temporarily) override my heart.
But today I stopped.
I asked Susan the obvious question, if she was ready for her mission trip to Romania and Eastern Europe. Without missing a beat, she looked me in the eye and asked for prayer concerning a letter of invitation. (This is a letter that certain countries require in order to obtain a Visa to enter.) It all sounded very mysterious to me when Susan said that time was running out and she had no contact with this country other than a missionary and an interpreter who she had never spoken with. Nonetheless, to Susan’s credit she was trusting God to make it all work out.
I told Susan I had a friend (Judy) who once lived in this Eastern European country as a missionary but it had been some time ago however maybe she’d be able to offer some advice. I told her I would connect with Judy and then scurried out the door before my hunger got the best of me.
A day went by, I got busy and didn’t make the call. Another day blew by, same thing. But in the back of my mind, Judy’s name kept popping up with the prompting, you need to call, you said you’d call.
I decided to email.
I explained to my longtime friend who Susan was and the letter of invitation predicament hoping she could shed some light. She promptly answered and wrote that Susan could email her but that she was meeting with two women from an international ministry group the next day and she didn’t know when she could reply. She went on to explain that she was supposed to meet with these women, Leah and Sveta three days earlier but had a migraine so it was put off.
I thought, I can’t remember all that. So, I copied and pasted her email and sent it to Susan thinking I did my part. I’m done.
Susan emailed back immediately and wrote, “You are NOT going to believe this, Christy!! The women who I am working with on this trip are named Leah and Sveta. The group I’m speaking to is an intonational ministry group. The woman who I mentioned was traveling this weekend (and who is to be traveling with the letter of invitation) is Sveta – my translator! I’ve not spoken to her. All contact has been through the missionary. I’m blown away at how God is in the details of our life.”
Not believing what I just read, I copied and pasted Susan’s response and sent it to Judy.
Judy’s response? “Wow, no way!”
Me? I got goosebumps.
If Judy had not had the migraine for three days she would have already met with Leah and Sveta but as it was she was now meeting with them the next day.
Coincidence? I think not.
That night I went to bed with more peace than I have ever known. I felt the awe and wonder of God’s power and presence. It was as if I could see Him watching over me. He was there in each email and every text. It was a huge privilege and honor to play a small part in God’s much bigger, grander picture.
Judy met with the two women the next day and Sveta indeed had Susan’s coveted letter of invitation which Judy helped her overnight to Jacksonville.
Friends, God wants to meet you and me every day in this kind of personal way. He’s just waiting for us to say yes. Yes, to God. Yes, to the prompting of His Spirit.
You’ve got mail …
Your letter of invitation is waiting.
“I desire to do your will my God” (Psalm 40:8a).