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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...


 

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March 11, 2010 - A Moving Experience

By Rose McCormick Brandon

“He led them by a straight way to a city where they could settle” (Psalm 107:7, NIV).

Moving was out of the question for many reasons. Our home was located only a block from Doug’s office, enabling us to get along with one vehicle. My perennial border in our first backyard showed signs of future glory. Relatives lived nearby. Above all, we loved our church and belonged to a closely knit group of young Christian couples.

On the plus side, relocation offered challenging, potentially rewarding employment for Doug. It also meant he would be living in his favorite place on the planet, at the junction of the Great Lakes. An avid fisherman, he looked forward to exploring the North’s wilderness and rivers.

“Whither thou goest I will go” sounds romantic in a wedding ceremony, but when it came to packing up and actually leaving, it struck me as unfair. So I did what came naturally. I whined. “Why should we move? We’ve got everything that really matters right here.” What I really meant was, “I have everything that matters to me.”

“At least be willing to pray about it,” my frustrated husband pleaded. I agreed, believing God would see things my way. But the more I prayed, the more clearly I saw that relocation wasn’t just my husband’s idea, it was God’s.

The company in our new city confirmed their job offer with Doug. Our house sold. With a lump in my throat I buckled our two toddlers into their car seats and made the long journey northward.

Doug experienced immediate success in his new job, but it meant working long hours. Even with an 11-month-old son and 3-year-old daughter, there were many quiet hours during daytime naps and after bedtime. The phone rarely rang, few visitors called, and we didn’t bother to hook up the television. Those alone hours provided time for studying Scripture, reading, writing and praying.

Our home stood at the entrance into the subdivision, like a lighthouse in a busy channel. I prayed for the families in our new neighborhood, specifically praying for a reduction in the divorce rate. Our next-door neighbors, known for their volatile relationship, reunited after a 10-month split. (They never separated again and are still together.) Soon, the local paper headlined the declining divorce rate in our city. I knew I couldn’t have been the only one praying, but I celebrated this victory as if I were.

Brenda, a young Christian woman in the subdivision, became a good friend. Together, we advertised a women’s Bible study in the local paper. In the months following, many women who came to my home confessed faith in Jesus Christ. As the group grew, we opened both our homes for studies. A year later, we laid plans for a citywide fellowship of women. Under its umbrella, 12 Bible studies operated in homes across our city.

Many years later, I continue to cross paths with people from that neighborhood who have become Christians. Of course I don’t announce that I prayed for them, but I do thank God that He led me to settle in a city of His choosing. Though it pained me to leave our first home, and the church and friends we loved, I’m glad for my moving experience.

If you’re facing the prospect of a new job, new neighborhood or even a new country, think of it as a holy adventure. God goes ahead of you, preparing your way. Don’t be afraid to take His hand and head for parts unknown.

— Rose McCormick Brandon writes personal experience essays, Bible studies, news articles, profiles and devotionals from her home in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada.

 

 

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