"You see I was needing to get to my doctor's appointment the other day..." She was beautiful, her Welsh accent thick, as she began to share her heart and her current journey with God.
As she spoke, I could just imagine her rushing from one appointment in town to another. She shared that she had pleaded and begged God to keep the train just a while longer so that she wouldn't miss it. She was going to be late! She told me of her pleading prayers as she hurried on her aging, disintegrating knees. "Oh, Lord, please!" I am very accustomed to seeing her gait. In my mind's eye, I could see her shuffling as fast as she could to make the train.
And, then, with with a twinkle in her eyes, she leaned in and gave me the punch-line, "Stephanie, ...it was there waiting for me. It said 'Delayed 9 minutes".
I smiled with her and a sweet, internal "Yes!" welled up within my spirit in agreement with this statement of thanksgiving and praise. "It was there, just like I asked Him. Why do I wonder and fret?!"
Then came the exclamation point at the end of the story. With a pause and after a quick chuckle she added quietly and slowly, "And, then ...I heard the Lord say to me: 'I heard you the first time!"
I heard you, daughter, the very first time you asked.
"Oh- will I ever learn?!" she said and her head flew back with laughter.
New lessons of faith and trust are my 67 year old friend's adventure. I love every minute of our conversation.
Faith and trust. Are these ever too old or too simple to learn again?
Will we ever learn? Will I ever learn?
My Father seems to be whispering to my heart these new lessons of faith and trust, too.
Patience, my child. Patience... My grace is sufficient.