Nov 7, 2010

Falling Back: Moving Forward

We fall back this morning. I'm surrounded by stacked and labeled boxes, and a plethora of belongings, pulled out of cupboards and closets, that can't possibly all belong to us! I really should be in bed, but after today is over, I may not be able to post for a few days.

My path to and from an event yesterday afternoon served as a reminder of how the daily rituals of our lives, the patterns and the familiar, can meet with unexpected interruption. I drove by the performing arts studio where I was employed for over 15 years until August. My daughter was groomed in the dance there, eventually becoming an inspiring and passionate dance instructor. She, too, has been let go. The staff and enrollment appears to be crumbling into non-existence.

I passed the Von's corner grocery store where my favorite checkers and I chat on a daily basis. Due to the local Walmart adding a grocery store — which doesn't even appeal to me — several of my favorite Von's employees have been transfered quite a distance away.

Then, I approached our home. After losing income since last December, we have had no choice but to move. I don't think I have enjoyed an abode more. It sits atop a hill that affords a gorgeous vista of the surrounding hills and mountain ranges. I will miss the neighbors, the soothing breezes, the assortment of rose bushes in the backyard, and the palm trees along the driveway that always seem to be waving at God.

As if moving were not enough, our teenage son ditched school on Monday and then again on Thursday, only he hasn't returned home. We had no clue of his whereabouts until I received a text message late last night which indicates that he is holing up in an unsafe part of town. The revelations we received after having several visits from police officers have definitely informed us of the slippery slope our son is on.

Officer Hentcy saw a Bible sitting in our living room and asked me to hand it to him. He then proceeded to share some encouraging Scripture. He even returned to tell me that a Christian radio station was airing a message on parenting that I might be interested in. The officer knew Mercedez, a Straight Talk worker who has recently volunteered to reach out to our son. It turns out that his wife works beside her and he recommended that we follow through.

What's ludicrous is that my Pampered Chef business was hindered by my son's consequences and mandatory appointments. Yet, in the midst of this turmoil, I actually conducted 2 Cooking Shows this week! I would have postponed if it weren't for the peace of God.

One lady arrived at today's Cooking Show almost 2 and 1/2 hours after the event had started. I was just finishing when she boldly spoke up. She told me that the Lord had laid a Scripture on her heart for me. She recited the verse and then proceeded to pray a Holy Ghost prayer that had every one of my guests and myself coming into agreement! As Smith Wigglesworth once said, "God is never late for an appointment."

Isaiah 49:17-18 (NIV)

17 Your children hasten back, 
and those who laid you waste depart from you. 
18 Lift up your eyes and look around; 
all your children gather and come to you. 
As surely as I live,” declares the LORD, 
“you will wear them all as ornaments; 
you will put them on, like a bride.

I have never had a police officer come into my home and ask for a Bible. Nor have I experienced a Pampered Chef Cooking Show that segued into intercession! Even though we are placing our belongings in storage and have yet to find a new place to live, God has made it incredibly clear that He is in the midst of our storm.