I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom at my parents' house, surrounded by boxes, bags, books, and clothes. I graduated two days ago. I have a Bachelor's degree. Life is crazy, life is overwhelming, life is surreal, but life is good.
At the graduation banquet on Friday night, they had all of the graduates stand around the perimeter of the room, we all got prayed for, and then the song My Story was played. First of all, I was SOBBING. Partly as a result of the end-of-year emotions taking over, and partly because of the truth in the lyrics of the song.
If I told you my story, you would hear Hope that wouldn't let go...The song has so many powerful, beautiful, and truth-filled lyrics that I could relate to in my journey of faith, and my journey throughout my undergrad.
You would hear Love that never gave up...
You would hear life - but it wasn't mine...
If I should speak, than let it be of the grace that is greater than all my sin...
Of the kindness of Jesus that draws me in...
To tell you my story is to tell of Him.
Something that I've been reminded of a lot throughout this school year, and especially in the last couple of weeks, is how awesome God is, how involved He longs to be in every part of our story, and that He is able to do far more than anything we could ever ask for or imagine.
In the chapel at my school this year, we had a banner at the front of the room that was constantly reminding me of this truth over the past eight months.
I was reminded of that again today. By means of a rusty ol' frying pan, and a treasured blue mug that I got from a friend's wedding a number of years ago.
I love to be in control, but God is reminding me that His plan prevails and He knows better.
When I moved home on Saturday, it turns out I left the aforementioned items in my dorm. My roommate texted me that night, promising to bring them to church for me the next morning, but when I remembered to ask her for them, she couldn't find them in her car anywhere. And then she had to leave, and I didn't think I was going to see her for at least a few months.
No more than three minutes after she left, I realized that she'd forgotten her coat! So I called her, and she said she'd come to my house and pick it up today, and she'd thought of one more place where my frying pan and mug could be, so hopefully she'd be able to bring those by too.
I didn't care about the frying pan, but the mug is quite special to me, so I was hoping that she'd find them.
Moving on to today, I got a phone call from my roommate while I was out this afternoon and she was hanging out with another friend of ours. She told me she still hadn't found my mug and frying pan. She must have had me on speakerphone because suddenly our other friend goes:
"Elizabeth, what colour is your mug?"
"...Blue."
"And the frying pan, is it small and kinda black on the inside?"
"Yeah."
"Oh! They're on the rocks outside the school! I saw them there yesterday and kinda wondered what they were doing there!"
When my friend came by my house this afternoon and we exchanged items, she commented on how she and our other friend were talking today about how cool it is that God is so involved in sorting out even the smallest, most mundane, silly-seeming things.
And then this whole situation went down. SO cool, my dudes!
If my roommate hadn't forgotten her coat, she wouldn't have needed to pick it up from me, and if she hadn't been with one of our other friends today and needing to call me for my address, our other friend wouldn't have known whose mug and frying pan were sitting on the rocks outside the school.
And if God cares so much about rusty frying pans and blue mugs from a friend's wedding, how much more can we trust that He is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine?
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