Only God: Part 2

You might be wondering why there is a Part 1 and 2 to this post update and the best and ONLY answer I can give is GOD. GOD has done some many amazing things here recently, yes I know, every thing God does is amazing, but as I noted in my previous post God takes our specific little details serious. Though He also likes to give us sweet little surprises and overwhelm us with His goodness! For those who are curious of examples (I am mostly giving examples because it is fun way to actually lead into what I am going to say ;)), sometimes God likes to surprise barren women with miracles, maybe a patient goes to the doctor and learns that they don't need that surgery that was going to cost them a fortune, or in my case God decides to surprise me with my Uncle I haven't seen in 17 years but looks JUST like my Daddy. It was so beautiful and has to be the sweetest gift I have ever received and I am still floored to this day.

My Dad died when I was 6, and I don't remember much about him except for how hard he and those around him fought the terrible cancer that took his life. People often ask me if I remember him, but I don't really and that is an insecurity I have to wrestle with. What are Dad's like, what is their purpose, and did my Dad fulfill his purpose while he was on Earth? I am very thankful that God has provided me with some amazing Godly men who have played different father roles in my life and been there to help me in times I needed it most, which is important for any child and coming adult. Fathers play a huge role in each person's life.

This past Sunday, June 5th, we spoke at my home church. I was super excited, because as my pastor pointed out that is the place that I finished growing up. That church has been and will always be my second home. As we arrived I kept myself as calm as possible allowing most of the excitement to radiate off of those who have kept up with our journey and were just as excited to see us; that was super hard though. Before church had started I had hugged so many necks, really I had squeezed the life out of some people, there was some tearing up, and a few quiet squeals.
My best friend had gone to talk to those in the lobby, my husband was checking out the mic and wires coming out of his shirt, and me and my mom just sat quietly waiting for a topic to come to mind so we could talk. I randomly decided to turn around and my brain that was already overwhelmed along with my heart nearly burst, because walking in the sanctuary was my cousin from my Dad's side of the family that I haven't seen in almost 17 years... since my Dad passed away. I also saw out of the corner of my eye was my Uncle.... and he looked just like my Daddy. Needless to say it took all of the service for me to really be able to look him in the eye.

God had brought me my Dad. I mean, he wasn't my actual Dad, but he looked just like him, may have spoken like him, but he definitely smiled just like him.

During worship I turned around to see him because I wanted to smile at and see if he would smile back. I did and he was already smiling. Alright God..........
I later had to get up on stage to share my part of our mission and time in the Middle East. I kept my eyes on the audience the entire time pacing back and forth to add more charisma. I looked to my family and he was smiling and even tearing up some. ........God........ You're making this hard, but I love it so much.
Finally after church and speaking with church family and friends I came to him and my mom, who by the way was just as shocked as I was with this visit from them, but definitely not upset by it.
He finally asked me if I was still scared of him, I laughed and told him I was never scared, but that he looked so much like Daddy and it was like God brought him there today so that I could have my Daddy with me.

Guys, God brought me my Daddy. That is how I am viewing this and God is allowing me to.

I began to cry when I told him that and my Uncle took me into a hug and we cried sweet reunion tears, and held each other. I imagined that I was hugging my Daddy and it helped that he was holding me just as tight as I was holding him. I didn't want to let him go and I can't wait to stop in Florida on my way out of the country to see him again.



This post was a little more personal than some, but my second goal in this blog is to share with you what God is doing in me and how His calling on my life is changing me.

Sunday, June 5th, on my husband's birthday, in my home church, I got to see a glimpse of my Dad, AND because God cares about every little detail (though I did not pray for this event), my Uncle told me after we hugged that he was so proud of me.

 He said, "I am so proud of you." Those very words are the words I have always longed to hear from my Dad.

ONLY GOD, can do the things I have seen done and I cannot praise Him enough for how He has planned out this trip to the states. He is good, good Father.

Job 23:10-12

"Because He knows the road on which I travel, when He had tested me, I’ll come out like gold. My feet stay where His footsteps lead; I kept on His pathway and haven’t turned aside. I haven’t wandered away from the commands that He has spoken; I’ve treasured what He has said more than my own meals.

Jeremiah 29:11

For I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans for well-being, and not for calamity, in order to give you a future and a hope.

Also, guys, remember that faith the size of mustard seeds can move mountains. 

My Uncle and I (June 5, 2016)

Me and My Daddy (only picture that I own)