When God surprised me 2

Ah, you thought that was the end of the story, eh? Well, not quite. I got home on Monday and was browsing through the mail. Let me tell you a little background story that I'm not very proud to relate. About two weeks ago, I had decided to put together a newsletter about our mission trip this coming January to Mindanao. Fr & I discussed the pros and con. He preferred not to do one; he wanted to see what God will do to provide  and we'll go from there. It was becoming increasingly hard to tell people about SULADS and about the trip; I felt that it was taking too long to explain and I didn't know all the names of the places we were going to. So I told him that he will have his way and I will have mine. And mine was to do a newsletter. If we get responses, great, if not, then at least I can say I tried. So, I put it together and went to my address book to mail them out to people. Now mind you, I lost most of my addresses in a syncing mishap between my computer and I-touch earlier this year, so I didn't have very many addresses left. As I was going through my list, I felt this overwhelming sense of embarrassment. For one reason or another, I have always been embarrassed to ask for money, even if it's not for me, no matter how worthy the cause. I had to do some serious self-talk that morning, aloud too. I told myself that this is for God's work in Mindanao and I should not be embarrassed to ask for money on behalf of God. So, that hurdle was jumped. I came across several names that I thought I should skip because I know for a fact that they're struggling financially or would probably have other projects they're already sponsoring. That was a huge hurdle for me to jump; it was like pole-vaulting up to the sky. Again, self-talk, out loud. I prayed that God will give me even a little bit of faith and that I would stop putting Him in a box where I felt comfortable and believed I knew what He was all about. 


So, Monday, as I was browsing through the mail, two envelopes fell out of the pile of junk mail I was sorting through. I literally had to sit down and catch my breath. Why, you ask? As I opened the envelope of one of the cards that were sent, a check for $200.00 fell out. Do you know who it came from? If you guessed it came from one of those names I hesitated over, then you are so right. I read the accompanying letter and in it she wrote that she has always wanted to go and help with SULADS but never had enough funds or time; but when she heard we were going, she felt she could help us in our endeavors and she will feel like she's also gone and helped. I was crying as I finished the letter and I was so ashamed of myself for even thinking that I could predict who God will touch and who He will use for this mission trip. I sat for a long while contemplating on the lesson of God's surprises. I did not see that coming at all.  I wished Frendell was home so I could tell him all about it. In the meantime, I opened my FB and low and behold, his cousin from Cali had emailed asking if we could use kids and baby clothes to send. I hurriedly emailed back and said yes. So, I talked to her and in spite of all the challenges they're going through in getting their home fixed and traveling back and forth for work, they were touched by God to send some help for the little children in Mindanao. Again, who was I to know what people would be inspired to give? By the time Frendell got home, my mouth was kinda hanging open already and I was walking around in a daze. I thought I was so smart and knew who would give and who wouldn't... I was so wrong...


Not the end yet... early in the afternoon, I got a call from my former boss asking me if I would be interested in working in a new grant that she has just been awarded.  What?!?  I needed to lie down by then. It was as if God was standing next to me, bumping my shoulders, laughing and asking me, 'who's in control now? did you think you knew everything that was going on?'.   Although we are just in the exploratory phases of this latest surprise, it made me realize that I really had an issue with letting God take control of everything in my life. I had fully thought and expected that I could predict and I knew how things were going to happen, what needs to happen, how it would happen. Frendell & I were so flummoxed and in awe of all that's happening. I cried as I was telling him of the lessons I was learning. We couldn't sleep that night and just kept talking until the wee hours of the morning, excited to be in the moment when we realized that God was surprising us with His presence, with His grace and with His hope. I couldn't help but think about how the last two years have been. No doubt about it, it has been the hardest of our entire lives: broken dreams, broken health, broken finances, broken relationships, broken lives.... I think about a year ago, I couldn't sleep at night and I would think about how my life was now in a million pieces, scattered all around and I didn't know how to pick them up and put them all back together. That Monday night I learned a big lesson that I initially refused and resisted to learn... that I did not have to pick up the pieces by myself. If I had learned to let go of controlling them and allowed God to pick up the pieces for me, He would have gladly done so and He would have re-shaped me into the daughter He wanted me to be. I am so glad He gave me a second chance. I still don't know how all the pieces will fit together and what the finished vase will look like. All I know is that seeing His surprises were like getting huge, warm and comforting hugs from Him and this, my dear family and friends, have given me the greatest hope of all. I am crying even as I write this because in my brokenness, He has given me hope and courage and love.... and the greatest of these is LOVE because it is carried in the wings of HOPE.