How many of you like roller coasters? I mean the really scary ones. Think of the anticipation as it slowly, slowly, slowly climbs up and up and up. And then that moment of seemingly stillness as it crests on the top before it starts its incredibly fast ride down, bringing you with it - minus your stomach! And then the process repeats itself a few times and then it is over. And maybe really, the anticipation starts when you are in the queue. Or is it when you enter the amusement park? Or when the day to go to the amusement park is planned?
Well, I think that is rather like my life right now. Way back in January Dwight received an email asking if he would consider being the Deputy Director for SIM South Africa. I think it was kind of like when we would say, "Hey, should we go to Carowinds?"(For my non-Carolinian friends, that is the big amusement park on the South Carolina/North Carolina border in the Charlotte area.) There was a period of weighing the pros and cons of whether or not we should go. And in the weighing of pros and cons entered the discussion of costs. For Carowinds, they are measurable. For going to South Africa, while they may be able to be named, they aren't really tangible enough to count- especially the cost of being away from kids and grandkids.
Then came the decision to go ahead with the planning. To continue with the Carowinds analogy, this stage was kind of like picking a date, figuring out who would go with us, how long to stay, whether or not to bring our own food, etc. But in the process of whether or not to go to South Africa, this involved lots of emails back and forth and finally an invitation to come see if we would be a good fit, which would involve one on one meetings with the department heads and a lengthy interview with the SIM South Africa Council. And so the date for the visit was set - March 19 - March 30. And the time between the date being set and getting on the plane was rather like that first really long climb up and up and up. I was filled with an anticipation of what was coming.
And then the visit itself. It was fantastic and a huge rush! Like that falling descent that you laugh and scream through! I had so much fun and met so many people and couldn't wait to come back and join the team.
Well, the next climb was even longer as we waited for SIM South Africa to give us the official invitation to come. Thinking we would have it in days, it turned into weeks and even longer! But, the letter of invitation did finally come and so again, I felt like I crested and was rushing down in scary delight!!
Again, I thought that the next climb would be a quick one - getting our visa applications into the South African High Commission. Boy, was I wrong! What I thought would take one visit, actually took 7! What I thought would be done in one day actually took 8 weeks! As I try to continue with the roller coaster analogy, it would be like making a long climb, thinking you are ready to crest and go down, only to have another long climb, and another and another and . . . well, you get the idea!
And then came the day, June 18th, that they accepted our documents. What a crest and thrill of coming down the other side that was!! We cheered and praised the Lord and were ecstatic!
They told us that it would be up to 6-8 weeks to actually get the visa. And they gave us a little piece of paper (How can such an important piece of paper be only 3"x2"?) with the date of August 18. But, I have to say that I didn't really believe that it would be that long. And so we tried to hurry them along by telling them our situation of being needed in South Africa, of having sold everything here, of staying in a guest house. Well, I can compare that to being in the roller coaster car and trying to redesign and re-engineer the roller coaster rails while on the ride!
And so the wait of 6 weeks, hoping almost day by day that this would be the day that we would hear. Of buying food for just a day or two at a time. Of trying to decide whether to buy the 4 roll pack or the 10 roll pack of toilet paper. Of couching all appointments with the phrase, "if we are still here."
Dwight went to the High Commission today to try to find out where we were in the process. I guess that could be like asking to see a diagram of the roller coaster with times written in for the climbs and the descents. And, I can only imagine the likelihood of getting that kind of plan. He met with the lady we have dealt with the most and in her usual less-than-friendly manner she told Dwight to not come back until the 18th of August unless he received a text message telling him to come sooner.
Well, that news was almost like the feeling you get when you come to the end of the ride. A huge deflation. And yet, there was also some good news. We don't have to plan day by day. It looks like we are here for 3 more weeks. We know that the news will come by text message, so we don't have to worry about missing a phone call. And so, it is kind of like coming to the end of that roller coaster ride and planning on the next one we will take.
Like all analogies, they break apart when taken too far. So, I am going to quit with this analogy while it sort of works.
But, I would be totally remiss if I didn't share how God has been there every step of the way with us. (Leave the roller coaster analogy by the wayside now, even though, yes, God is with us even when we are at Carowinds on the roller coasters.) I have read through a book called "A Deeper Kind of Calm" written by Linda Dillow. And I am now doing the four week Bible study in the back of the book in 4 days. The first of the 4 lessons is on remembering. Remembering God's faithfulness in whatever trial I am going through. She asks us to write an "I Remember" list of His deeds, His miracles, His works and His mighty acts to me in my personal history. While I tried to do this for my life, I also did this for this period of our lives from receiving that initial email in January to today. And there were so many ways that God revealed His glory to me. But, as I went through the first of the four lessons yesterday, I realized that I was having thoughts that I hadn't even shared with myself, much less with God. How is that possible? And yet it is so true! I remembered when our 2 year old daughter, Jessica, was in her last hours of life. We were in the hospice holding her as she had seizure after seizure. I remember telling God that whatever lessons He had to teach us, please, stop using Jessica and let her come to Him. It wasn't worth it to me. And He did. And then I remembered a time I said goodbye to my Dad, thinking it was the very last time I would see him on earth. I was crying so hard that I couldn't even drive and had to pull over before I entered the freeway. I felt God telling me that as painful as it was, it would be so much worse if it wasn't hard. And I decided that the pain was worth it. And so I come to this trial of waiting. I realized that whatever lessons I was learning, and there have been plenty (just read through archived blogs!), if I am honest with myself and God, I have been at a point for quite a while of feeling like the lessons aren't worth the wait. Whew! I said it.
And now, I have to plea with the Lord to change my ever rebellious attitude. Of thinking that my finite and limited knowledge of God and His workings should take precedence over his infinite nature, of His bigger plan. Of thinking that my timetable is more valuable than His. Of thinking I get to pick and choose the timing of His teachings. Oh, what a wretch am I!! Lord, forgive me for trying to design my own roller coaster when You have me on the one of Your design. (Yes, I had to finish with roller coasters!). Help me to not just willingly get on Your roller coaster, but to have joy in each segment - the climbs, the crests, and the descents!
God is good. All the time. All the time. God is good.