The Hand in control

Halfway around the world, a couple was about to embark on a trip that would change their lives. They would soon meet their future second child. But before they left, they searched the internet. They found a website of a sister church. And they sent a message to the email address they found.

Unbeknownst to them, the pastor of that church has been praying for their country for the last 12 months. Just interceding.

The couple, with their first child, arrived at their hostel and received the message left for them at the desk. In the morning, a family from the sister church fetched and brought them to the sanctuary.

For two hours, the foreigners became part of this big spiritual family. They sang. They worshipped. They prayed. Together. Despite the language barrier. Despite the differences in background, race, and features. These things don’t matter. They serve the same God. They are raising praises to the same Father.

And later, the fellowship continued on over lunch.

I do not know what the pastor was praying for specifically. I do not know what was the couple’s plan when they sent that email. I do know though that in God’s eyes, they are one family. And families take care of their own.

I do not know the next chapter of the story. I won’t speculate. I know that the God who orchestrated this unlikely connection is in control. His hand is on this earth. I am gratefully amazed.