The wind bellowed outside like a lone wolf separated from its pack. She picked up the package admiring the carefully penmanship of the inscriber. This was it, she had to decide tonight. Once the decision was made she knew their was no going back. She glanced back at the package and her pulse raced. Deep in her heart she knew this was the door God had opened for her but the fear to leave everything behind swept over her leaving behind an entourage of emotions.
One by one loved ones, family and friends flashed across her mind. She had been through the classes and training. Her mind reminded her that she was expected to feel this way, but her heart argued back that nothing could really prepare you for a decision that would change your life to a continued status of unknown. It would not be easy she knew and if she relied on her own strength she would certainly fail. “I am just a vessel” she whispered aloud. “I will go where you want me to go.” As soon as the words fell from her lips a final peace of surrender hovered around her in her room. Her mind traveled back in time and with each memory a marked journey of God’s hand upon her life was displayed.
There she was in school again sitting in the cafeteria with its unique bleached out greased smell. All she wanted was to eat her lunch but all the attention had been turned onto her. Her new found friends at her new school were curious about how she felt to be adopted. How do you begin to tell a story that was so incredibly personal? What would their reaction be if she told the story that her heart tried to hide? That her beginning had been an “Oops!” that produced a child that no one wanted. Instead she hid her pain behind her sandwich and told her friends the story they wanted to hear. The story of a girl that now had a home and was no longer being shuffled from one foster family to the next. She left out the part that her home was full of strangers and that she cried herself to sleep every night because even though they called her family she still felt alone.
A tear slipped from her cheek and the sound of it hitting the package she held brought her back to the present. She could see now that it was all part of the journey God had used to prepare her for this very task. She had come so far from that scared, lost little girl who lived as one big mistake. God had patiently taught her over and over again that she was a planned being that He had brought into this world for a specific purpose. She winced as she recalled the many growing pains she went through as her adoptive parents introduced her to a concept that her life experience rejected. God’s love came in small swallows. At first she had fought the medicine of His truth as it seemed forced upon her. Little did she know how the medicine was working within her, healing the abyss that laid deep within her heart. As the healing started the concept of God’s love for her became clearer and eventually that love led her to acknowledge that she needed Him in her life. It was on that day she finally knew she belonged, that she was a child of the King.
The package was now dampened with an array of fresh fallen tears. Drawing in a deep breathe she began to tug at the flap on the envelope. Inside were the papers that explained in detail where she would be serving in her first mission assignment. As she pulled out the papers she read of the orphanage where she would be teaching. She knew that on paper it said she would be teaching English but she would be teaching much more then that. Her purpose was clear and though it had been a journey, it all had prepared her for this very moment.
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While this little snippet is inspirational in itself, this story has potential to be lengthened into a much longer one. It could probably even be developed into a novel if you wanted to do so.