I never thought it could happen.
I looked last night at my calendar for the week. I’d felt each item was right when I took it on, and there was nothing I felt I was being asked to let go. But it all added up to a week busy enough that I usually would have looked at it and swallowed hard. The strange thing was that last night I looked at the calendar and I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t overwhelmed. I was excited.
It took me a while to figure out what had made the difference. Why could I look at the week and instead of panicking, look forward to seeing how God would work?
Then I realized. I’d spent the week remembering:
It was April 2004. I’d just lived my first two days in Kabul. I was supposed to be flying in to see for the first time the little village where I was going to work. But it had been raining, and when someone drove a truck onto the runway it sank ten centimeters into the mud; the flight was postponed. So I waited. And when the call came the next night that I should be at the airport at 5am, a kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight in my stomach. Would we make it this time? What would I find? Could I cope in this place to which I was going? I wasn’t sure I’d sleep at all, but I went to bed anyway, and picked up my copy of Daily Light before turning out the light. “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me.” (SS 2:10)
I went to sleep with the words in my head. They called to me when my alarm clock rang at 03:45. I heard them again as I shivered at the airport, watching the sun turn the fresh snow on the mountains pink as the pilot made the final adjustments to the four-seater plane.
“Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me.” Love is calling me to come with Him into this week too.
This Post Has 3 Comments
Beautiful reminder that I face my very busy week with God. I am starting another grief group and the new clients are particularly needy. I feel a tremendous responsibility for them and thus overwhelmed. So it was so good to be reminded that God will be accompanying me in this grief journey with the group.
Wow. . . thanks for letting me know what you’re heading into, Esme. I’m glad God reminded you today of His presence with you in this grief journey.