So I’m a skeptic. And I kept finding ways to explain out that maybe the cooler wasn’t purple, and maybe the flowers aren’t that big of a deal. So I go into Saturday with the same prayer: show me mom.
Saturday’s activity was a prayer drive around the city of Mumbai. For my group it involved going to a stretch of land and buildings that the Catholic Church owned and praying for them, their mission, and all who meet there. When we got out of the van, the first thing I saw was an advertisement for a school that meets there for kids with additional needs. On big letters on this billboard it says “we use individualized education plans”. I ask our local partner about it, and how it works. She fills me in, asks why. I let them know that I have a boy with additional needs. My boy at home who was being evaluated for an individualized education plan while I was on this trip. My trip leader invites me to pray over the school. As I begin to do so… I cry. A lot. Not a cute cry. I want so badly to be someone who looks cute when they cry. Alas… not a gifting I have. I pray for the students, the teachers, and the parents of those students. My leader tags on and prays for me. Seriously. No cute crying here.
Walking away from it my roommate and small group sister Shalen hands me her tissues…which are Finding Dory branded. On my nightstand is my mom’s dory stuffed animal she kept in her cube at work. In my eulogy for her, I said that she reminded us to Just Keep Swimming. Just keep swimming was the 2nd post on this blog.
So so much for my skepticism. God answers. It may not be how or when we want, but because it is in his timing it is perfect.