Friends, for such a time as this!
Now for Part Two
(You are simply not going to believe this!)
It was early Sunday morning and I had stolen away to spend some alone time down by the quiet bubbling creek that runs through the middle of the camp. The quietness was suddenly broken by the familiar ring of a Skype call from my son. I had been in communication with him several times during my stay at the camp.
But this conversation wasn’t to be about “Hey momma, how are things going at camp?”
No, this time there was trouble!
Fighting had broken out a little too close for comfort where my son and his family and team lived. They were in lock down and on standby waiting for the call that would determine their exit strategy.
(Okay readers, at this point I’m pretty sure you can imagine the fiery darts aimed in my direction!)
Immediately, I ran to the cabin to share this alarming news with my friends and to contact my husband. He cancelled his sermon, and led our congregation in a time of prayer for our son and the situation there.
That evening my friends and I were attending camp church, where the congregation was challenged to pray about the urgent situation concerning my son. Then during the course of the pastor’s sermon, he mentioned that my son’s boss would be on campus on Wednesday.
(Stop, did I hear what I just thought I heard?)
Yes, I had heard right. But you must understand this. My son’s boss lives in Africa! I live an 8 hour drive from the camp I was visiting. This was the very first ladies retreat I had ever attended at this camp. My son’s boss doesn’t come to America that often! Therefore, consider the logistics God had to coordinate to bring the two of us together at the precise time and location that He did.
Yes, there were some tense moments. Yet, just as the fiery darts of fear were in position to reek havoc in my mind and heart, God began glorifying Himself as my Logistics Coordinator!
(Update: the situation calmed down and while my son and his team and their families have to have armed guards with them wherever they go, they did not have to leave! They are continuing to minister and making Christ known to the blessed ones they have been called to serve. Praise God!)
Fiery Darts: Satan's Weapon of Choice 