This evening, I am linking up with Linny
@ A Place Called Simplicity.
@ A Place Called Simplicity.
I have been thinking about doing this for a little while now. Last week, when I visited her blog on Tuesday, I was disappointed that I had missed my opportunity. So, I tucked away the memory I wanted to share and thought I'm going to do one next week for sure! So, here I am.
The idea of Memorial Box Monday is to remember and share the many times that God has worked miracles in our lives. To recount His goodness to the next generation.
Waaaaay back in 1994, I had just graduated from high school, and I was looking forward to my first semester of college. I had it all planned out. I knew where I would be attending, and I had my dorm assignment and my class schedule.
That summer, I attended a youth conference with some friends from the church that was associated with the Christian school I attended. The conference was held at a large, Christian university... one that I did not want to attend. In my mind, it was too big and too far away from home. The recruiters for this particular university were known for being quite persistent with their phone calls to prospective students, but I had no interest whatsoever. I was just there to enjoy my time with friends.
Well, the week went by, and I did have a good time. Then, on the afternoon before the last day, someone told me they had seen my name written on the message board. I was supposed to call home. Now, I don't know about you, but when I get a message to call home, my immediate response is "What's wrong?!?" In this case, though, nothing was wrong. It was right. Very right. When I got my mother on the phone, she told me that she had been trying to get in touch with me for days. Yet, for some reason, I never got the message until our time was almost ended. She told me that I had received a letter from the university where I was staying, offering me a scholarship which exactly met my financial need for college. She told me that I did not have to take the scholarship because where I was going to attend was my decision, but she asked me to at least go in to the office to see if the offer was really true. I thought that was fair, so I did. Now, you have to understand that the timing was critical... and designed by God! I walked in to the admissions office that afternoon, and told them why I was there. I didn't have much time. Had I gotten the message any later, it would have been too late. It was getting close to the time for the office to close, and we were leaving early the next morning. If I had not physically been there, I think I would have ignored the offer!
The admissions counselor was very friendly (and eager to make a sale!). He told me that the offer was indeed true, and he had me fill out an application on the spot. Two weeks later, I returned to the campus, not where I had intended to go, but where God intended for me to be. Where I would meet my husband. Where I would live. Where I now work. Oh, and the eager admissions counselor? He became my boss for four years! He still claims responsibility for the fact that D.T. and I met, but we all know better! As Linny says, that was the working of our Miracle-working, Mountain-moving, Awe-inspiring, Gasp-giving God!!
Now, I don't have a physical Memorial Box like Linny does, but I will someday... and if I did, I would put a marker inside to remind me of the time God's hand wrote the name of D.T.'s wife on His message board!
Living in His JOY, HOPE, and PEACE...