How God used the Dr. Who TV show to show He cares about our details

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I have four children one of them is currently in college in Scotland studying geography. She is my oldest child. I can’t really call her child because she is on the latter and of her 20s.

At the beginning of the year we had a conversation about God. Now let me just preface this by saying she was raised in a Christian home though it was not always she knew the values that I held, and gave her life to Christ at a young age.

She has not always had it easy, she’s been through many traumatic things, and as a result came to believe in the deistic God (a God that created the world and is somewhere there but is not active nor cares about the details of the believer’s life).

This was not only heartbreaking but very confusing to me because she had seen time after time after time how God was in the details of my life. How God seem to order my steps in perfect unison.

I remember when we have the conversation about her beliefs I said, “Okay I respect your beliefs, but I will be praying that God will show you that He is indeed in the details.”

And in true God-of-the-details fashion He showed up and showed out.

So the thing is is that my daughter is a huge Dr. Who fan. She has every book, poster, blanket, teapot, shirt, and DVD ever made (while that may be a bit of an addict exaggeration but you get the picture).

So when she found out that they were giving tours of the set of the show Dr. Who (called the Tardis) in the month of November, she quickly bought a ticket.

A ticket she bought for was for a Thursday.

And while later she realized she hadn’t checked her email in a while. As she did so she saw the letter from the people at the Dr. Who experience saying that they were not going to be able to give a tour on that Thursday. The interesting thing as they said that if she replied to this email by this certain date at a certain time (let me just stop here to say it’s interesting that they gave a time limit because usually, at least in America, they give a date you have to apply to not a time) that if you replied they would reschedule you for a Friday.

She looked at the time and realized that she was an hour late to replying on time. Because they were all booked up for it every other day that month, she sadly resigned herself to the fact that she would not be able to see the Tardis before coming back to America.

I told her to not give up, and to see what God could do. I told her that God is in the details and knows how much she wanted this and if it was His will would give a to her.

I told her to email the people that sent the letter and tell them that she’s an American in Europe and this would be her only chance to see the set and ask if they could please squeeze her in.

A few days later she told me an excitement that she’d heard back from the company, and after some wrangling decided that they could fit her in on a Wednesday.

So to recap: she was supposed to go on Thursday, they were originally were going to reschedule for Friday, but because she missed the email she was rescheduled for Wednesday.

Why is that important?

Because after she found out she started thinking about grad school and realized that she wanted to go in Europe.

There were only two grad schools in Europe that taught her what she was learning. One of the grad schools was in Scotland where she was but the school that had the best program for her degree was in Cardiff, Wales.

Cardiff, Wales also happens to be the place where they film Dr. Who.

She got an idea that she should look up and see if the university has any days for international students to tour the campus for the graduate program.

They had two days a year where they did so.

One of the days was a day where she wasn’t going to be in Europe anymore. And the other day… You guessed it.

The only other day out of the whole year, that they were doing tours for international graduate students at that university, that happened to be within walking distance of the Dr. Who set, was on that same Wednesday that she was scheduled to take the tour.

Now remember she was going to school in Scotland and had to take an overnight bus to get there. She was missing one day of class and would have not felt comfortable on to miss anymore to go on the tour.

But our mighty God. Our God is the details. He designed it so that after taking a tour of the set and the whole Dr. Who experience, my daughter was able to walk over to the University and tour the school on a day designed to receive her.

God is in our details.

He cares about every aspect of our life. He is with us he is present and he loves each and every one of us with abandon.

God used the Dr. Who experience to allow my daughter to experience his love.

You can trust him with every detail of your life.

Ps…I got permission before sharing my daughters story

Don’t be afraid, you are not alone

 


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The early American Indians had a unique practice of training young braves.

On the night of a boy’s thirteenth birthday, after learning hunting, scouting, and fishing skills, he was put to one final test.He was placed in a dense forest to spend the entire night alone.

Until then, he had never been away from the security of the family and tribe. But on this night, he was blindfolded and taken several miles away.

When he took off the blindfold, he was in the middle of a thick woods, and he was terrified. Every time a twig snapped, he visualized a wild animal ready to pounce.

After what seemed like an eternity, dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight entered the interior of the forest. Looking around, the boy saw flowers, trees, and the outline of a path.

Then to his utter astonishment, he beheld the figure of a man standing just a few feet away, armed with bow and arrow.

It was his father. He had been there all night long.

Robert J. Morgan, Nelson’s Complete Book of Stories, Illustrations, and Quotes, electronic ed. (Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2000), 298.

Thanksgiving, its not just a holiday

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When things get hard, and God is silent it is easy (oh so easy) to whine and complain. But that never got anyone anywhere with God.

I am in a season when the pressure is mounting minute by minute.

I am in a season of growth and stretching.

When God’s silence has rung loud in my ears.

I am tired and worn and was starting unravel.

I talked with a friend who encouraged me to take a walk so that I might hear from God.

I took the walk with less than low expectations and only heard one thing “Jammin.”

I felt a nudge to look up Jammin and England (where I was called to) and surprisingly came across a blog called “Jammin in the UK.” As far as I can tell the “Jammin” blog is all about being thankful.

I was quickly convicted that I have spent more time wondering and worrying than thanking.

I realize that I have make it a priority to proclaim why I am thankful. To remember all the very amazing ways that God has blessed me so.

Because even though I may not be hearing a lot from Him now, He has done so much for me.

He has:

Given me children.

Given me a nice home.

 Given us food to eat and books to readJ

Comforted me when I was down.

Carried me when I thought I could go no farther.

The list goes on and on.

It is too much to blog about but I think I am going to write one for myself, and keep adding to it as He brings things to my mind.

And I am going to look at it often to remind me that “Thanksgiving” is not a just a holiday. For Christians it should be a way of life.

Even though things are hard that does not change the fact that God is good.

What are you thankful for?

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Trusting God to make sense of it all

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Around eight or nine years ago God told me to do something that I was not to jazzed about.

He wanted me to go up to a complete stranger and give away my last twenty dollars.

At the time my husband was going through his first bought of cancer. Because he was going through chemo he could not work.

I was working but only part time. So the twenty dollars was literally all I had, and I did not take too kindly to God asking me to give it away.

Money, however, was only part of the reason.

 The other was the “going up and speaking to a complete stranger” part.

Wanting to blend into the scenery is my natural inclination. So when God told me to go and give a young mother twenty dollars, I was scared.

“What will she think of me?” I wondered. “What if other people see me and think me strange?” I wondered.

I wondered myself into ignoring God leading, Gods direction.

I walked out of the building that she was in. I was going home but the farther away I got, the harder it seemed to keep walking.

The whole while God was telling me “Get back there, and give her the twenty!”

Finally (though you make think me crazy) I must admit that it felt as if God himself had erected a solid brick wall in front of me.  I literally felt as if there was no going forward until I did what God asked.

So I turned around and walked back the two blocks and entered the building. I remember saying to God, “Fine, I will do it. But please let her be standing alone.”

I entered the room she was in and she was indeed standing way off from anyone else.

It took a second, but I worked up the nerve and went over to her. “Hi, can I give you this?”

She looked at the money and shook her head.

I continued, “I know this may sound crazy but I am a Christian and God sent me here to give you this money, Will you please take it?”

She not only rejected my offer, she looked at me as if I was crazy.

I was so confused.

I was more than a little upset with God, as well.

“Why did you have me do that?” I questioned. “What was the point? Did you just want to make me look stupid?”

“No, I wanted you to do that because the next time I send someone to her, she might just listen.”

God brought that story to my mind today as I sought Him concerning England.

I am not sure why, other than to say that maybe in all of this, in all of the rejection I have faced while simply trying to do what I absolutely believe God had called me to do, maybe there is a reason that He is having me look foolish.

Maybe someone needed to see that following God, putting everything on the line for Him, and things not happening as you felt led to believe they would, maybe they needed to see that things could all fall apart around you, you could stand in a place where it appeared to the world that you have missed it, where you’re worst fears could appear to becoming a reality, and realize that you can survive it and that God is still in control.

Tomorrow, I will begin looking for a new place to live. Unfortunately unless a miracle happens overnight, it will not be in England.

Even though it may appear from the outside that I am not altogether loved by God (or else why would he have led me here) I have to believe that He loves me just as much as anyone else.

He is no respecter of persons and has a good plan for my life.

Just as He has for yours.

I have no idea how this will ultimately play out. But I do know that wherever happens, God is in control.

And that He alone will same sense of it all.

 

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God showed his love by doing this cool thing

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One thing about God that I really love is the way is the way that He just totally gets us. All of us, wholly and completely.

It was the first Christmas without my husband. The first time the five of us would wake up early and go downstairs and sit around the tree while as presents were handed out. Five us, not six.

That year I must admit I went a little overboard on the gifts, as if I was subconsciously trying to make up for the loss of their father (and my husband) with stuff. Of course it didn’t work, but they did get sidetracked a bit.

Although I love giving better than receiving, the fact that Allan was gone meant that there would not be a gift for me under the tree. The gift’s absence just made the echo of his absence that much larger.

Actually, for weeks before it came,  I was dreading Christmas.

God knew it.

God got the hurt that I was feeling over the thought of that Christmas morning.

And He planned ahead so that I would not have to feel the sting.

Eight months before Allan’s passing God put on my heart to contact a ministry for prayer concerning the near death of my daughter.

When Allan died, God once again told me to email the ministry for prayer.

This is a ministry that I think is beautiful and wonderful, but that I would have never contacted without God’s urging as I am not naturally one that wants to reach out for help.

The ministry asked for my address, so that they might send me something special. That was in April and months later I never heard from them so I assumed they had forgotten about me.

 Flash forward to a few days before Christmas the mail came and I was surprised to find that I had received a very heavy box. I think it had a return address so I might have known the sender, but I remember thinking, “what in the world?”

It was close to Christmas so I thought I might just as well wait to open the box at Christmas.

When I did, I cried because I felt so very, very loved by God.

The box was so heavy because it was packed to the brim with one gift after another.

Things like a mug, a book and lotion…all things that Allan might of picked up for me.

The box not only blessed me with some pretty nice things, not only took some of the sting of the first Christmas without my husband away, but more importantly the box showed me that God got me! That God provides, and the God loves me so much that He prompted me to reach out years earlier knowing that the end result would be what I needed to get through a difficult day.

God can be trusted Always!!!

If  He is asking you to do something out of the ordinary, if you have prayed about it and know that it is Him, step out and follow His lead.

You can trust that He is leading you to where you need to be. Because He not only made you, He gets you!

 

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Why I am willing to sell everything and move to another country when statistics say that I will return homeless in less than six months…

 

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The short answer Jesus!

The long one is too long to tell in a blog post (even for me) but I will sum it all up by telling the following true story.

A few years ago when I was in the middle of a fourteen day fast, I was going through a rough patch and was feeling kind of unloved. So I decided to take a walk and listen to worship music.

When I started my walk there was a light wind, nothing much, I could barely feel it.

When I was almost home I said something like “God I know that you love me but I really just need a hug, couldn’t you just give me a hug.”

Right then the wind came crashing upon me from every side. I spread my arms open wide and God just hit me from the front, back, side, top, and bottom with powerful gusts of wind.

That in itself is a beautiful thing.

But what is really awesome is the fact that at the EXACT moment the first gust hit me, I was listening to these exact lyrics were playing in my ears

His love’s like a hurricane

I am the tree

Oh How He Love Us

 Oh How He Loves us

That is why I am willing to risk everything, risk my future and my children’s

Because God is not distant!!!

God hears our prayers!!!

God loves us passionately!!!!

Because I have asked God to redirect my steps and He hasn’t, because God keeps opening doors, because God loves me, I know that I can trust Him.

I can trust him with my future and my children’s future.

So can you!!!

Because He is no respecter of persons.       

Believe Him to direct you steps, and then start stepping and you will be amazed at where you end up!!

 I know I am!

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