HR
was telling one of her running friends about her encounter with God, involving
the mattress, the bookcase, and the truck.
This friend is supposedly a Christian, which at this point in HR’s
journey, represents an authority; someone to be believed and trusted, someone
who can offer confirmation. What he told
her was that all of those things were coincidence, all except the man walking
out of the apartment right after she had prayed about it. That was the one single act where God had
moved.
If
this friend is truly a Christian; which after that statement, I have my doubts;
then he failed HR miserably. None of
that was coincidence. It was the
workings of a beautiful plan, set into motion before we even perceived it. It was the checkmate in a complex game of
chess, where the Almighty had been moving and positioning pieces into place
with a strategy and a plan to where those pieces were going to be needed
later. God doesn’t just drop in every
once in a while, He is always there, making moves.
Imagine
for a moment that HR’s neighbor bought that truck ten years ago. The neighbor had no idea when he bought that
truck that he’d need it to help HR move.
And when all those opportunities came along when he thought to sell it,
but he changed his mind, he never dreamed that he was hanging on to that truck
to help HR. He didn’t even know HR
yet. Neither one of them had even moved
into that apartment complex yet. But God
knew. He already knew that one day, ten
years from now, HR was going to pray for help, and He was going to have the
answer ready. Her prayers were a delight
to His ears. He loved her so much that
He wanted to reward her faith. So, he
set a plan into motion ten years before she needed it, with each move leading
to the next, until it finally culminated into that precise moment when a list
of seemingly random events finally all made sense.
