My flight has been cancelled. So said the lady on the phone. Given that the flight was to arrive in earthquake ravaged Port Au Prince, Haiti, I expected as much. In fact, you may not believe me, but I half expected something like this 6 month’s ago. I even told my wife I just didn’t “feel” like I would be going.
Nevertheless, I kept making plans to go. I had no concrete reason to think I would not be going. Just the feeling. Then the earthquake hit and the feeling was suddenly morphed into a probability. Now it appears to be a reality. I will not be going to Haiti this month.
So it was more than a feeling. It was probably a word from God, and here I admit I have a problem. How do I tell the difference between a “feeling” and a word from God? Sometimes it seems easy to tell. Other times it is very difficult. Whether I can tell the feeling from the reality of His voice is up for debate. But one thing I have learned: There is no doubt that He speaks.
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“…it was more than a feeling.” i believe therein lies your answer. i too struggle with this and am not always certain of my decernment when it involves feelings. as always, thanks for sharing!
tish
p.s. thanks for the link.
God’s delays are not His denials. I try to remember that with my God is a 2 Peter 3:8 kind of God: “But you must not forget, dear friends, that a day is like a thousand years to the Lord, and a thousand years is like a day.” I really believe He will be true to the desire He has givien you to be in Haiti Besides if I know anything about you, Mark, (and I admit I don’t know enough about you yet) I believe your heart is already in Haiti. Your body will eventually arrive there as well. And then you’ll report how the timing was PERFECTLY AWESOME!!! (This is my prayer for you more than a blog comment.)
Tish and Kerry,
Thanks for the comments, and the prayers! I must admit that I have a strange mixture of relief and dissapointment. Especially considering some other stresses I have been dealing with lately, it’s a relief that the stress of the trip is off my shoulders. But it is a dissapointment that I won’t get to see my friends and join God’s work in Haiti . . . yet. I am trusting in God’s timing.
I love you, Dad. I’m sorry that you don’t get to go.