Recently I have been on a journey. It was one I had known I would have to take for several years, and now it was time. I was reluctant. It was not going to be easy. Yet it had to be taken.
My sister, who was to be my travelling companion, booked the tickets, and a car, and accommodation, for we were prepared to do what needed to be done. I made long-distance appointments with this one and that, trying to smooth the time we had available so we could accomplish all that needed to be done. But I knew it would be a challenge. So I spoke to some friends.
The man in the Gospels, who was let down through the roof had four friends who brought him to Jesus. I’m not sure why I felt the need for nine, but their names just kept coming in response to a prayer on how we were going to handle the challenges that faced us.
And so I spoke to them and they agreed.
Agreed to carry us to Jesus when, perhaps, we could not find Him in the emotion or the tiredness or the frustration of any given moment.
And that’s what they did. Every morning I would send them a WhatsApp message. This is how God answered your prayers yesterday; this is what we are dealing with today.
And they prayed.
And God answered.
In glorious, amazing, wonderful ways, God answered. In enormous issues and in tiny details, God answered.
Now, as I look back on the seventeen days we were away, they are tinged with gold – and there is peace. Because, every moment of every day, God was there, involved, present, loving, blessing. Smoothing the path …
In the weeks to come, I will share a little of how His blessings made a difference. Often, we would look at one another and say ‘That’s God …’
So, at this time, my heart is singing a new song of praise.
And to the Nine – I say – thank you, my friends. Your prayers meant more to us than words can tell. May God bless you with golden times of your own.