God’s timing is always perfect, never late, never early. Always just right.
The more I have relinquished control over my life to Him for the past few months, the more He has thrown beautiful things my way.
“Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.”
-Psalm 37:4
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.”
-Proverbs 3:5-6
Today was an amazing day that started out pretty lazily.
I was enjoying my 6th consecutive day of not going to the office (I recently resigned) when I decided to call the Fellowship of the Emirates office to talk to Warwick, one of the pastors (more on that later). Warwick wasn’t there, but Sherita, whom I have been working with as a volunteer in the communications team, answered the phone. We chatted for a bit and I mentioned that I was looking for something to keep me busy, being recently unemployed.
“Well, why don’t you come and help us out with the Christmas Eve event stuff?”
Minutes later, I started getting ready to go out.
I spent the afternoon happily laying out graphics, looking for pictures and fonts online, and talking to the other staff members there. I also got to witness Sherita’s creative presentation for the Christmas event meeting.
After the meeting, we decided to grab some Thai food before she had to take me home. What started out as a fun dinner turned into an impromptu study on the book of Nehemiah, which gave me goosebumps when Sherita explained its significance in the work we do in the comm team.
The dinner discussion turned into personal stories, the drive to Jumeirah 1 turned into the plot summary of a movie that she had written which had parallels to her real life, which turned into sharing of our testimonies, which turned into brutally honest confessions of a secret that we hadn’t known that we shared, something that I still didn’t have the strength to say out loud until today, which turned into a cry-fest and time of prayer until almost 1 AM, while parked in front of the villa where I live.
I thank God for allowing what little faith I have to be rewarded with such clarity of purpose and direction. I thank God for Sherita, and for her conviction and her passion for life and for God’s work.
And for giving me someone I can share my inner Southern black woman persona with (and who thinks it’s hysterical when I say ‘Mmm-hmmm!’ and ‘Girlllll’ and when I get her references to fried chicken and watermelon)!
This looks like the start of a beautiful friendship!
