Moving Toward our Destiny in Times of Waiting

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The words echoes throughout the rotunda of the court house. The marble floors gave added strength and might to the promises they held. “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39 “Let us pray.”

I stopped to bow my head  glancing around the foyer at the group of men and women who had gathered to pray in the first floor lobby. My mind kept returning to the words I heard as I came in the door. It seemed that every dread, every fear I held about this day had been addressed in that one powerful verse.

Making the long drive by myself I’d had much time to think. I had pretty much prepared myself for anything. My parents begged me not to come alone. I understood and so appreciated their concern, but I knew that no matter the outcome of this day, this was a process I needed to face on my own. As the day progressed I would question my decision more than once. 

You see, this is where my story turns a corner. It is in this decision and on this day that I took a huge step of faith toward trusting my Heavenly Father and His unconditional love for me. It was on this day He showed me time and time again that His hand was upon me. It was on this day I left in amazement whispering, “but for God.” It was on this day that this woman in her early thirties drove home with the stark realization that her Cinderella fairy tale missed the mark by a long shot…or had it?

You see, I was too devastated at the time to realize that God’s destiny for me was not complete. No, my value, my destiny would be determined by a much bigger picture in which this particularly difficult failure was but a part. Even then I think I knew that some day God was going to use what was meant for harm to help someone for the purpose of His good. For this day, though, I could hardly wait to get home. My body shook from trauma and exhaustion, and I raced to get home to my family.

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Psalms 139:9 – 10 “If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.”

Matthew 10:29 “Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.”

Psalms 145:15-16The eyes of all look to You, And You give them their food in due time. You open Your hand And satisfy the desire of every living thing.”

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