Over the past few weeks I have been reading about Moses and how he led
God’s people out of slavery in Egypt.
Many times I have been struck by parallels between Moses’ journey and
our search for houses….not that we are in slavery of course (though the rent
feels like it sometimes!) but more in the way that God was in total control of
the situation and its timing; and that Moses’ part was in obedience, in faith,
even when the answer from Pharaoh was a constant ‘No’.
I remember back to a morning some weeks ago when I was about to go into
my ‘body balance’ class. We had just re-submitted the previous offer on our
‘dream house’ which we would love to use, not just for our family, but to offer
a sanctuary for young widows and other people who need a good rest and someone
to look after them! It really is a house beyond our wildest dreams (with a
price to match) and feels like such a big ask…
Anyway, Craig rang me to say the Estate Agent had just called and wanted
to talk about our offer. My exercise
class passed in a blur of wild hopeful imaginings and desperate praying – only
to find after the class that our offer had been refused. Again. We felt so
disappointed….That morning I had inadvertently deleted the email containing
that day’s Bible study but found, when I got home, that it had been
re-sent. God’s hand I think…It was all
about the way Moses had to keep returning to Pharaoh, and each time Pharaoh
said he could leave, God would harden his heart and he would change his mind
again. And so it would all begin again
for Moses, despite each disappointment.
He kept on going back, though he must have felt hopeless and foolish. I
was reminded, too, of the verse which says ‘The king’s heart is in the hand of
the Lord’ (Proverbs 21 : 1)– I’d been reading about that in Edith Schaeffer’s
book L’Abri. Our house owner isn’t a tyrant slave
owner or a king, but his heart is in God’s hands nonetheless and it was such a
comfort to think that if God wanted us to buy the house, He could change
decisions and minds to help us and make our way clear.
So, we are now a few weeks on. We
still hold out hope for our dream house; we do now have another option which we
are considering which would also suit us as a family, but as far as we can see
wouldn’t easily allow us to welcome other people and look after them. We have felt for some time that this is what
God would like us to do….so now it all comes down to timing. We constantly question whether we have heard
God’s voice right, as I’m sure Moses did! Last week we re-offered on our dream
house – after much reviewing of finances and wrangling with trusting God with
our savings (or future lack of them!) we increased our offer a little – as much
as we can. And the owners didn’t say no
– they have asked for time to think it through, though it is much lower than
they’d hoped. The waiting and praying and
hoping and imagining continue.
I read this morning about the crossing of the Red Sea (Exodus 14 : 9-31)
Forget the Hollywood recreations of the scene. It was the middle of the
night, the darkness pierced only by the light from a pillar of cloud behind the
Israelites (v 19). It was blowing a gale (v 21). The ground (as verse 25
implies) was probably muddy and pockmarked with pools of water. On either side
were moving, unstable piles of water (v 22). It was scary, and not just because
of their surroundings.
Israelites were scared of the sea. They saw it as dangerous and
unstable, the haunt of sea monsters and the forces of chaos. Childhood phobias
lurked at the back of their mind as they hurried through this fearful scene,
conscious of the huge Egyptian army pursuing them from behind.
God’s presence
Can you, like me, remember scary times like this? Do you also remember
the calming, constant presence of a loving God with you at such times?
From the beginning of time, God’s Spirit (often, as
at Pentecost, identified with wind) has hovered (Genesis 1:2) over watery, chaotic darkness and transformed it
into something beautiful and surprising. God is still willing and able to do
that today.
‘Lord
God, I give you my fears, my darkness and my chaos today. Please bring your
creative light and Spirit into all of it and make it into something beautiful
and productive for you.’
As I prayed through all of this on my morning dog walk
(my favourite time for praying!) I was reminded of God’s perfect timing over
our journey so far; of the verse ‘I am the Lord; in its time I will do this
swiftly’ (Is. 60 : 22) which has been a meaningful verse for me in the past
too; and of a song I loved as a child (anyone else remember Psalty the singing
songbook?).
In His
time, In His Time
He makes
all things beautiful in His time.Lord please show me every day
As You're teaching me Your way
That You do just what You say
In Your time.
In Your
time, In Your Time
You make
all things beautiful in Your time.Lord my life to You I bring
May each song I have to sing
Be to you a lovely thing
In Your time.
God’s plan and timing are
perfect. Often what we think God’s plan
should be isn’t right or best for us. He
sees the bigger picture. We have seen that
in the past, and are choosing to trust it for the future. We’ll
keep waiting and praying.