So I forgot to tell you all that last weekend I had another incredible "God encounter." For about 6 months now, I have had a series of crazy reunions and encounters, all of them overtly related to missions. I'm talking incredible encounters, the ones you KNOW are God-ordained. Like reuniting in my hometown with a girl I had befriended in South Africa but had not been connected to in the States...like a Jamaican woman whose husband I knew coming into the store where I work and us just "happening" to figure out that we had all these connections...on and on. I have told people for 6 months that I feel like God is stalking me and that I'm not sure what He wants! Well, it happened again this weekend! And the funny thing is, just a week or so before that, I had just thought to myself, "Well, maybe it's over...I haven't had any of those mission encounters for awhile, so maybe that has passed." Notttttt so much...
I went to visit my dear friend in Jasper over the weekend. I don't go there often - too lazy to make the drive, I suppose, or we are both just too busy to make it happen. Anyway, Sunday morning we went to her sister and brother-in-law's church about 1/2 hour away in a very small town called French Lick. Honestly, I wasn't that excited to be going...I was tired and not expecting much out of the very small gathering of Believers.
We were a little late to church, and therefore walked quite swiftly into the church. As we entered the foyer, I stopped abrubtly. There was a table and a display set up that my mind recognized as probably from a missionary. My mind was desperately trying to piece together if indeed it was a missionary's display and, if so, where they were serving. Cassie said, "Oh, I totally forgot. There are missoinaries speaking today. My sister told me not to miss it!" As soon as she said that, my eyes finally focused on the giant South African flag draped over the front of the table. I started crying.
The man, Scott, was a missionary kid in South Africa for 4 years, and he and his wife and two boys are fundraising to move there as career missionaries. Even though he doesn't speak Afrikaans, which was disappionting, we did share some great comraderie over rugby and biltong.
The whole day, I couldn't get it out of my head what an obvious "non-coincidence" this was, for me to be on one of my just-a-few-times-a-year visits to Cassie, and visiting a tiny church in a tiny town I've only been to one time before, and it just so happens that there are missionaries there from SA. Ok, God, you have my attention again...what are you trying to tell me???
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