The Sign

In the end of February, we were trying to patiently wait on God, for His leading and direction. I say trying to be patient, because there were days that I just didn’t think I’d make it another day not knowing what we were going to do. We were praying about Africa,  Mexico, and if God was going to move us somewhere in the US. We were pretty sure at that point that God was going to move us, the big question was where.

I don’t make it a practice of testing God, or asking for signs, but after a stressful day, I prayed. I asked God to show me where we were going to go. If Mexico, please, Lord, let someone, maybe my mother-in-law, say the word taco – maybe she’ll come over and ask if we want to eat some tacos. (She doesn’t even eat tacos!) If in the US, another word (I can’t even remember now!) And if Africa, the word mango.

I laid down on the couch next to Raelee, She was watching Dora. Drifting off to sleep, I heard Dora say “Look Boots, at all the mangoes on that tree” I jumped off the couch and ran to tell Chris that we were moving to Africa! He wasn’t convinced, but like Raelee’s teacher says, I just knew that I knew! I emailed D and he wasn’t convinced either, telling me if I give God enough options, surely one will hit.

I know different. My God knows how many hairs are on my head, and He knows just how and when to encourage me. I’m not saying we should always be asking for signs from Him, but when we abide in Him for our everything, He will supply our every need. I needed reassurance that He was working, and He gave it!