Not A Mistake
April 13, 2019
There are moments when I wonder what am I doing here. I do not mean as a philosophical question, but practically speaking, what am I doing in this place. Of all the places in this country, why am I here. One aspect I miss about my hometown is a large population of people who speak my parent’s native language. There is a Vietnamese restaurant my wife and I have been going to here for a while but the owner does not talk that much to the customers other than to take the order. Earlier this week it was quiet and we got to talk to her and found out she speaks my parent’s native language. Then today, an Asian cafe we have been going to for the last five months, the owner is friendly but we have not talked to her at length. I also found out today that she speaks the native language of my parents. Twice now, in the same week I found an owner of a place we visit nearby that speak the same language as my parents. I am not fluent in Cantonese by any means, but I felt so super amazed that God would care about something as simple as this. It has been really hard to live out in the desert and having no one who we know in this area and my hometown being 400 miles east of here. I suddenly had a taste of home this week and felt a moment of encouragement. There is a passage in Psalm 139 I am thinking about:
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
God has made each of us unique and complex and there is no detail that He has made as an accident. I was born into a specific family of a specific national origin and also born into a country different than that of my parents. I grew so use to hearing Cantonese people in my hometown and eating Cantonese food then suddenly as I moved here back in 2016, it is hard to find that same Cantonese food and rare to find people who speak Cantonese here. It however was no mistake that God led us here, though I do not fully know the reason for it yet.
How has God made you unique? Have you viewed this as positive?
Father in Heaven, thanks so much for the many ways You have made us unique and complex. There is no detail that was an accident. I have struggled a lot in being in the desert but this week I was so amazed to find two people of places that we visit nearby that speak my parents native language. Thanks so much for this encouragement. Please help us to be open and aware of how You are speaking to us and encouraging us.