I’ll do it my way…
Much like my beautiful friend Faith, I have had some super fun blessings this 2009. It seems to be the year of marriage, as my 2 best friends and I have all had weddings. Usually I am inspired to write when something bad happens, or I am extremely frustrated, or I have been severely humbled by a hilarious incident. However, now I find myself in one of the happiest times of my life…and wondering what exactly to write about.
My husband and I met while I was living in Mexico. Before boarding the plane in Wichita, KS, to move to Mexico, I told my mom, “Don’t worry, I won’t fall in love with a Mexican.” At the time, I sincerely believed it. I was 28 years old and after waiting for “Mr. Right” to cross my path, I decided that Mr. Right forgot to drop by…and that was okay. I was content, for the first time ever, in my “singledom.” Yep, I’d received all those nice little magazine cut-outs from well-wishing friends and family about single women who loved the lives they were living for Christ. I’d been asked “So when are you finally going to settle down?” as if I were purposefully running from being a married woman. I had heard the comments to my parents about being “old” grandparents. (Aren’t grandparents SUPPOSED to be old?!) So when I let go of my American bubble and stepped on a plane to Mexico, I felt trepidation at the new adventure, but freedom from the Midwestern culture of “marry young and have children.” I was ready to teach, love, and live in Mexico…forever.
Living in a foreign country was an excellent wake-up call in dozens of areas of my life. In Isaiah 55:8-9 God says “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord, “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.” Thank goodness! Venturing out of my “American comfort zone”, I was forced to see the world through different eyes. I stepped out every day not knowing what was in store, talk about relying on our precious Lord Jesus! I never knew what would be in my path, from a crowded bus ride where I was literally holding on for dear life (I had to ride on the bottom step, holding on to the railing with the bus door wide open first of all for air circulation and second of all because there were too many people crowded on) to immigration telling me I had to go back to the US (not true, you just have to talk to the right people…hhhmmmm, maybe Mexico’s government is more like our own then we thought!). I, like most Americans, like to have control over my situation (or at least like the illusion of control that we create) however in Mexico I really comprehended the fact that God is the ONLY one in control.
I had thoughts and ideas that had been ingrained in me since childhood and God pointed them out to me one by one, as if saying “my child, these are not from me.” I was challenged to dig in the Word, which I have to say was easier in Mexico since I didn’t own a television, didn’t have too many friends in the beginning, and didn’t have much money to do anything or go anywhere. Its funny how sometimes God has to strip away all of the distractions so we will FINALLY listen to His calling. I had to assess my beliefs, my values, and ask where they came from.
In Mexico, God taught me to fall into His arms. I couldn’t control anything, and it was in those moments of complete surrender that God introduced me to my husband. Every day was a decision to trust in the plans God had for me. I could go on and on about how at every turn and bend in the road God has given surprises and blessings. But what I most want to communicate through this little entry (thank you Faithy for letting me share with your peeps) is that God’s thoughts are so far beyond what we will ever comprehend in this life. He molds us and shapes us in ways that we may never understand until we are with Him in eternity. OR, we may get to experience those blessings here on earth. If you would have told me that I was to fall in love with a Mexican, who with all of his “machismo” background is the most patient, gentle, loving and caring man I could ever dream of…well, I would have laughed. He is the man with whom I will live my life, the perfect partner that God made for me. Who would ever move to Cancun Mexico and meet a man…at church? A man who would move to little Wichita Kansas, thousands of miles from any warm, sandy beaches, because he desired to follow God’s calling. I pray every day that God will open my eyes to His ways, open my heart to His thoughts, and let me love on those around me as He loves me.
I pray during this holiday season that you allow God’s thoughts and ways to penetrate your heart and soul. Stay in the Word, pray, pray, pray…and know that the best is yet to come. How breath-taking to be in love with the Creator of the universe! Abrazos…