Last night I strolled my old college campus with Matt –my hand in his warm, strong one. It had been 13 years since I visited here, and I wasn’t prepared for how I would feel.
We stopped at points along the way, remembering.
Here is where I broke up with Matt for trying to hold my hand too early in the relationship –and where he called my name as I walked away, saying, Okay, but when we’re married you’ll have to hold my hand.
Here is where we sat on the swing and, after six months of dating, I finally allowed him that first kiss and then buried my face in his shoulder.
Here is where I was so, so lonely and God sent a friend to hug me.
Here is the building where the professor called me to her desk and, looking at my A+ paper in her hand, said, Why are you not an English major? By the end of that day I had changed my major from nursing to English.
Matt and I stopped and sat on the steps of a gazebo, overlooking a pond with a fountain underneath a full moon.
I told Matt, How could I ever doubt that God is working in my life? I reflected back on how I had written a one-page essay in high school in Wyoming -that landed me an honor -that landed me a scholarship to this university in Texas I had never heard of -that landed me a degree in words and this Montana man who would one day become a preacher…
Paul says, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8:28 NIV)
I can see it. I can chart it on paper –how God has been working in my life toward a certain purpose. I never could have planned a life this good, this meaningful.
Maybe you need to take a walk?
I can’t offer you a warm, moonlight night on a beautiful campus, but how about paper? Will you tour your life with spiritual eyes and ask God to show you what He has been up to? Write it down so you can look for the thread? Maybe you can’t see His purpose yet, but it’s there. Your hand tucked into his strong, warm one.