Friday, March 08, 2013

Friday, March 08, 2013


Old Testament: Jeremiah 11:1-8, 14-20
Morning Psalms: Psalms 88
New Testament: Romans 6:1-11
Gospel: John 8:33-47
Evening Psalms: Psalms 91, 92


“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High ...I will say of the Lord,
“He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
Psalm 91: 1-4

Have you ever taken a personality test like Myers-Briggs, one that tells you your strengths and potential blind spots, preferred style of communicating and interacting with others, etc.? This past year our management team completed the Personalysis test, and I learned something interesting about myself. It’s hard for me to trust. Some people say they trust you until you give them a reason not to; according to the test, I don’t trust you until you prove to me why I should! And when I think about it, it’s really true… except with God. I have trusted Him for as long as I can remember, without question or hesitation.

Shortly after I graduated from high school, I turned 18 and I boarded a plane at JFK airport bound for Argentina, to be a Rotary exchange student for a year. I had studied Spanish all four years in high school and was pretty good, and I had an adventurous spirit for a young girl from rural Pennsylvania. There was just one hitch. I was arriving at the international airport in Buenos Aires but had to somehow cross the city and get to the domestic airport for my second flight, to San Pedro de Jujuy. Now, this was 1980… no Internet or cell phones with Google maps, I had maybe ridden in a taxi once at that point, and I had never taken a public bus or train. To this day, I have no idea how I thought I was going to get there, but I was not afraid, because I knew God would take of me.

During my first flight, I struck up a conversation with a nice man sitting across the aisle from me, and I learned he was from Virginia, lived in Argentina, and had a chauffer who was picking him up at the airport. When he found out I had to make my way to the domestic airport, he graciously offered me a ride, which I very gratefully accepted! Now, you can imagine the heart attack my Mom had when I later told her what I had done, but I knew in my heart I would be fine – God had sent an angel to help me. I trusted Him.

I don’t have more room, or I’d tell you about the equally amazing way God was watching over me when I left Argentina a year later – you’ll have to catch me at coffee hour to hear that story! Suffice it to say, I trust my God with all my heart and soul and always will, and I am so very thankful for his constant love and guidance and protection.

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