We know that all things work together for good for those who love God, who are called according to his purpose.
Not all things work together for good. But many do and the process that gets us there often involves discernment, prayer, openness, action and thanksgiving. I am not sure how it all works out, when it does, but this mystery is a joyful thing to behold and participate in. There is nothing in my life sweeter and more affirming that being part of this cycle of God’s love and presence.
I try as best as I can to be open to the call of God, the whisper in my ear. I share with others my own desires and visions and sometimes they hear it and share something with me that allows me to touch the sacred. My wife Kim mocks me sometimes in the way I tell people what I like, what I am passionate about, what I love. But as I share with her there is only one way to let others know what you desire, to tell them. I don’t expect anything to come of it but when someone brightens and says, “I know how we can do that” or “I know someone you should meet who could help you realize that experience” I am glad I mentioned my vision.
I remember talking about a movie I had seen as a child and mentioning it to the people who worked with me in Saskatchewan. They dug deep and found (pre-internet days) the distributer of the film. I found a projectionist, a venue, someone to make promotional materials, asked people to come in costume, and that night remains one of the great parties I ever organized. My co-workers told me it was amazing how it all came together.
I had been given this most glorious water colour painting by a member of Bethany, it was very small so I stuck it to my door so all could see. But when a window was placed into the door, for insurance reasons, all of the pictures on the door had to go. There was nowhere for my water colour of beautiful flowers. Yesterday the artist’s partner, another member of the church, came into my office. He saw a very large print I have of Van Gogh’s Sunflowers and told me that had been the picture on the door of the residence where his mother lived out her final years. “One day you might find that print missing” he joked.
After he left I prayed over what to do and it all came to me. My daughter had given me one of her excess frames she uses for her own art. I took the frame and discovered it perfectly held the watercolour and with its large mat it filled the space that held my Van Gough Sunflowers print. So I removed the Van Gough print and set it aside and replaced it with the newly framed watercolour. Perfect!
I gave the print to the church member and found myself surrounded at my desk with another, more personal, beautiful piece of art. In this instance everything had worked for good and I have been blessed to be part of the process. Thanks be to God for the way things so often come together and bring the gift of life in abundance.