This was originally posted in August 2007, I am just putting my bloggs in one place -
It all happened so quickly. First, my husband came to see me after seven
months of separation. Next thing we knew, I had to get ready so I can
travel back with him. Not that I need to start from scratch. I was
practically packed since February 2007, even before the embassy gave me
an interview schedule.
Looking back at the months that passed, it
leaves me red with embarrasment before God, considering the attitude
that I had towards Him. I wasn't at my best. I grumble at every
opportunity, getting back to my senses once in a while, only to get
back, far worst than where I started. It was very easy for me to forget
who God is and allow my situation to get the best of me. But with all my
complaints and rants before God, what really brought me through it was
going back to His word every time. My husband and I would pray over the
phone and encourage each other that it wasn't God's plan for us to be
away from each other. My in-laws would call all the way from Africa to
cheer me up and speak blessing over our situation. They even organized a
prayer chain to ask, seek and knock the doors of heaven.
I
guess few of my friends understood the impact of the perennial question
of when I was leaving affected me. It was a question that I couldn't
answer. Aside from my case officer, only God could possibly know.
Towards
the end of June 2007, it became clear to me that I was leaving very
soon. I was sad that I wasn't able to go home to my parents, but my
mother's surprise made up for it. It wasn't easy to leave, but it's for
the best.
It may have appeared to me that God was silent the
whole time, but I knew from His spoken word that He cares. He promised
to NEVER leave or forsake me. Over and above everything that I learned
out of the situation, it is that God is never late. He is always on
time.
At times He just wants me to trust Him completely - His timing, and to exhibit more patience in my life.
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