Sometimes we have to learn to accept that despite all our planning, despite viewing the situation from every possible angle, despite trying to compensate for anything that could go wrong, things could eventually still go wrong.
I’ve always thought that I was someone of great faith, that is until my faith was tested. Last weekend I went on a trip with my mom and sister, that I was really looking forward to. We made all the necessary preparations, calculated all of our costs, planned out our entire stay, and believed that we were in for a breezy and exciting couple of days.
When we arrived, we were still under the impression that everything was all set to go, that is of course until we got to the guest house that we were supposed to be staying at and it suddenly seemed that all hell was going to break loose. There we were, my sister and I, in a foreign country, standing on the porch of our Guest House, with no one in sight and dogs to size of lions barking their head offs at us and looking like they were about to jump the fences and tear us to bits.
To say that I was terrified is really an understatement, I was ready to pee my pants.
We had been walking around for hours with our suitcases and hand bags in tow, not knowing where to go or who to call and I just kept getting a funny feeling in my stomach, like something just wasn’t right. The sky was set to rain and we were stranded; then it started drizzling and my panic went up a couple hundred notches. I was on the brink of a panic attack.
My sister tried to find a neighbour, while I guarded our bags and tried to make some calls, but soon enough the credit on my phone expired and we were still at square one. When she got back and said she had found someone, I was elated, until she told me what that someone said. The lady she found had no clue who the owner of the Guest House was or where that person could be, or how else we could contact said person beside the phone number that I received in our booking confirmation (which rang out all 25 times I tried to call). As if that wasn’t bad enough, she then told me that this neighbour said that if it began to rain we were not welcomed to come to her house and shelter and I just about lost all hope right then and there.
So I did the only thing I knew to do in that situation, I prayed. I didn’t know where we would stay or how we would get there, so I just prayed.
Fast forward an hour and we finally decided to take a bus into the city and try to find our way from there. Then I got a call, from my Aunt back home, telling me to try to find a specific store in the city (which we were already heading to) and a friend of hers will meet us there and take care of us.
I was so relieved. I couldn’t imagine a better phone call at that point in time.
It turns out that the bad feeling I had, was quite warranted. When the gentleman picked us up, he started to ask questions to better understand of our plight and when he found out where we were supposed to be staying he was so shocked because that area is well-known for violence and drug pushing. We certainly dodged a bullet there.
He took us, instead, to a beautiful house just outside the city, in walking distance to the hospital and the beach and it was a welcomed change from the shady surroundings we had initially found ourselves in. This new place was just about $20 USD more in cost than our original option and the benefits of everything being in walking distance really made up for that.
This trip taught me one really important thing and that is to have faith. I almost allowed the circumstances to cloud the fact that my God is bigger than any problem that I could ever face and that He does everything for the good of his children. In my panic, I almost mistook that unsettling feeling for fear, when it was really just the Holy Spirit trying to get me to leave what could have turned out to be a potentially dangerous situation.
Sometimes our set backs are really just set ups from God who is just trying to lead us to the promises that he really has for us, something greater than we had in store for our selves. And man’s rejection is so many times just God’s protection.
Learn to trust God completely, especially when you can’t see that proverbial light at the end of what seems to be the darkest tunnel. Sometimes the tunnel is only so dark because there are something’s lurking inside that God doesn’t want you to see, and that he may not want to see you either. Realize that the most difficult situations can have the most beautiful endings if you’ll allow God to work.
This trip is an adventure that I will never forget, not because of how it started but because of how I allowed God to end it.