God's Timing
As I was taking an evening stroll by the roads in Vaasa to give my mind a break and take a breath of fresh air, God reminded me of His timing. Ever since my dad called me to rant yesterday-no-ever since there have been crazy problems in the family, I very often had to calm my racing heart. This is probably the only thing that could make my heart race and ache this much. This is made worse by the waiting time for my US internship visa and probably unfounded worries about my thesis topic. At once it seems like so many uncertainties that I can do nothing about have crowded in my mind again.
But since I can do nothing about them, since I have prayed endlessly about them, I guess this is a lesson in waiting. I told God to remind me of the times that I felt lost but His timing has come at the perfect time (well not perfect to me; to me it always could have been earlier)--my accommodation that VOAS has given me on my day of arrival exactly, something unheard of, Pirjo who called the airport for my lost luggage at my first day alone in a new church, friends and strangers alike who helped me in E.Europe when I had no money and no phone after being pickpocketed, probably, in fact, even me studying here in Finland at a course that few other universities would allow me to pursue considering my limited academic and professional background.
So I prayed. I prayed to God to help me, once again, try to trust in His timing, just to trust in Him. To trust in His timing for the visa and internship matters. To trust in His timing that my family will be able to come to the States, whether together or separated, as apprehensive as I am of this impending situation, to trust that in His time my family will be healed, to trust that in His time my father and brother will love and experience His love and light. Even for my friends whom are facing discomfort now, Pirjo's mum, Agatha's mum, even my grandmother back in Malacca, these all who are seriously ill, God will in His time bring peace unto them as He takes them.
I can only wait and trust in Him.
But since I can do nothing about them, since I have prayed endlessly about them, I guess this is a lesson in waiting. I told God to remind me of the times that I felt lost but His timing has come at the perfect time (well not perfect to me; to me it always could have been earlier)--my accommodation that VOAS has given me on my day of arrival exactly, something unheard of, Pirjo who called the airport for my lost luggage at my first day alone in a new church, friends and strangers alike who helped me in E.Europe when I had no money and no phone after being pickpocketed, probably, in fact, even me studying here in Finland at a course that few other universities would allow me to pursue considering my limited academic and professional background.
So I prayed. I prayed to God to help me, once again, try to trust in His timing, just to trust in Him. To trust in His timing for the visa and internship matters. To trust in His timing that my family will be able to come to the States, whether together or separated, as apprehensive as I am of this impending situation, to trust that in His time my family will be healed, to trust that in His time my father and brother will love and experience His love and light. Even for my friends whom are facing discomfort now, Pirjo's mum, Agatha's mum, even my grandmother back in Malacca, these all who are seriously ill, God will in His time bring peace unto them as He takes them.
I can only wait and trust in Him.
1 Comments:
So many things we don't seem to understand in the here and now, and it's so hard to hang on.. Faith runs dry and it's so easy to just give up, give in.. God moves with an unseen hand, coming only at the last min to 'save the day', and we feel so abandoned and in some ways even cheated as to why God waited this long.. So often we even wonder if He would even come..
Yet, Jesus has said unto us that the Father is 'always at His work to this very day, and I too am working', interceding on our behalf.. Redeeming us to Himself and to each other.. That is what we have to stake our lives on and keep believing in.. Hang in there Candi..
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