It’s been an interesting week, to say the least. Caity and I have been praying for changes for at least a year now in regards to certain circumstances that have been out of our control. And as it turns out, work is one of them. For the last seven years we have been a seven-day work week family and it has not been ideal but completely necessary. Caity and I have been able to equally split the tasks of childcare and bringing home the bacon; there are several reasons why we did this, but the most important one was that we both needed to be elbows deep in raising our kids–because we have twins–because our son has autism–and because all three of our kids together are roughly the same size and fully ramped in energy and zest for life. The obvious setbacks with the scenario however, are that our income has been impossibly tight and we have not had any semblance of rest in regards to weekends together for the better part of a decade.
Yet, we’ve been praying for change; praying for God to open the floodgates of heaven. And indeed that is exactly what’s happening right now, but the news could not have come in a more uncertain or terrifying fashion. Yesterday when Caity went to work, she was called into a store meeting where she discovered that the company will be closing the grocery store she’s worked at the for the last 8 years. Everyone’s job is in flux and emotions are running high, but I would have to say that I’m so proud of her. Caity kept her chin up the whole day and went about her work all the while pouring out encouragement and strength on her coworkers and customers. We both acknowledged that this event, though it appears to be a crisis, will turn out to be filled with opportunity; we are willing to stand firm together on the solid bedrock of Jesus in our lives and let him guide our destiny. Things may not appear clear right now but that is why it becomes so important to place our hope in the One that cannot fail.
The other thing that goes with this story so well is the fact that Caitlin and I both love the rain and eschew hot sunshine with the full fibers of our beings. At least for the last month, it’s felt full of sun and heat…and driving us to scramble for shade where ever it can be found. So yesterday after she finished her shift, the kids and I had prepared a fun scavenger hunt for her to follow, ending up with meeting me and kids at Target, where we would then go to a restaurant of her choice for a family dinner date. The kids and I were browsing the toy aisle when I heard it…thunder! Several claps grew louder and shook the store. My kids were crying but all I could think of was: God is displaying his power–He is in charge! After calming the kids we went to the front of the store, where Caity showed up just in time and the rains began to pour out. Rain! Opening the floodgates of heaven! We both held each other and cried, surrounded by our crying children, in the middle of Target. What a scene we made! It could have been from a movie.
Was it a coincidence? There’s no such thing. Just a final nerdy note from yours truly:
The Hebrew language is different from every other language on earth in that it is the only language where the characters represent not only numbers (gematria) as well as letters (alphabet), but that the language itself–it’s structure, it’s syntax, and even the words themselves impart a deeper spiritual significance. There are many examples of this, but the one that is fitting for this post is what is NOT in the Hebrew language. For instance, there is no word in Hebrew that can accurately convey the idea of “coincidence” simply because the idea is not grounded in reality. Accepting the idea that things happening can only be “coincidence” actually robs a person of being able to acknowledge the hand of God in their life.
In fact the closest modern Hebrew equivalent to the concept of “coincidence” would be: יד המקרה
These two words placed together are pronounced “Yad Hamiqrah”, where “Yad” is the word for “hand” and “Hamiqrah” means “the event” , “the incident” , or even “fate.” Essentially “Yad Hamiqrah” acknowledges that when certain events unfold in an impossibly coincidental way, then there is no mistake–a greater guiding hand is at work.
The fact that God personally spoke to Caity and I through the thunder and rain yesterday was certainly His guiding hand at work. I know it and I have placed it within the treasure chamber of my heart to ponder, later. Yet I am learning how to trust in God; to place the destiny of my family into His unfailing hands.
SED EGO DIGREDIENDUM