In His Time

Thank you for all your kind comments on last weekend's blog.  Today I'd like to focus on the 'Rest of the Story' as Paul Harvey used to say.  The part I mentioned in Psalms 30:11 about the 'mourning into dancing'.

But first a cute story.

It seems that an Amish boy and his father were visiting a mall.  They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and back together again.

The boy asked his father, "What is that, Father?"  The father, (never having seen an elevator ) responded, "Son, I don't know what it is!"  

While the boy and his father were watching wide-eyed, an elderly lady in a wheel chair was pushed up to the moving walls and with some assistance, was able to press a button.  The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room.  The walls closed and the boy and his father watched small circles of lights with numbers above the walls light up.  Then they continued to watch the circles light up in the reverse direction.  The walls opened up again and a beautiful young woman stepped out.

The father said to his son, "Go get your mother".

Now I'm sure you're curious about how I'm going to twist theology here..... bear with me. 

After Trevor died, I often was confronted with the popular song, "In His time, in His time, He makes all things beautiful in His time."  I refused to sing it and would stand with clenched teeth thinking of the heresy of it all.  There was NOTHING beautiful about Trevor's death, what idiot hippie had made up this Pollyanna song?  

And then, wouldn’t you know it, I came across it in THE BIBLE! One of the many promises in Ecclesiastes 3:11a.  "He has made everything beautiful in its time"

What we watched going  into that proverbial elevator of our lives was not how we envisioned what we wanted. We were in worse shape than the lady in the wheel chair; we were both broken and paralysed by grief.

But what came out of the doors, a year later, following many years of us trying to adopt a child, was a beautiful and perfect little girl......our daughter Nicki.  She was as full of life as we could handle in our broken-down 40's.  And just for fun she had a personality identical to Trevor, resulting in time after time our laughing and saying to each other, “Hey we’ve been here before. We can handle this!”

Truly God made "All things beautiful", and turned our "Mourning into dancing!"

We are now blessed with two wonderful kids, (our son Nathan who had weathered the death of his big brother and was able to grow up strong and dependable): Nicki,  their Godly spouses and enough grandkids to keep us busy.  

We’re under no illusions; along with everyone else in this sin-broken world, we have no guarantee that something else won’t happen that we certainly don't envision or want, but we are confident that God knows what He's doing. Whatever mountain or valley waits for us, we have the assurance that our Saviour will be there to travel with us. He always has, and He always will.

Have a blessed week!!

Marsha