I continued to throw myself into ministry. I began teaching in a Christian School and I started working in Children’s Ministry Leadership at my church. Life was good. It was rich. I was content (most of the time). God was using me and I could see it, I could feel it, I was moving forward. It is only in the Lord that we can move forward as we wait. I was waiting on God to do a work in my life. During these years, God did 3 significant things for me to help me on my way, to confirm to me that He had a plan and a good work for my life.
A word from God: There was a friend of mine that came to me and told me that he felt God has spoken to him about me:
Joel 2:23-25- so rejoice, O sons of Zion, and be glad in the LORD your God; For He has given you the early rain for your vindication. And He has poured down for you the rain, the early and latter rain as before. The threshing floors will be full of grain, and the vats will overflow with the new wine and oil. "Then I will make up to you for the years That the swarming locust has eaten, The creeping locust, the stripping locust and the gnawing locust, My great army which I sent among you.
It took me awhile for me to understand this passage and what it meant for me. What a strange word. As I meditated upon it, and prayed over it, I realized- it was a promise of restoration. The relationship that I had been in with Mr. Wrong, and the things that I needed to purge as a result, would be redeemed. There would be blessings to come. The Lord had given to me other messages along the way that helped me to understand that this was a promise of hope for marriage. This empowered me, strengthened my resolve, helped me to press on, and increased my desire to wait for God’s best and never settle. Never settle!
One of the things that God used was through a gift received from a friend. She had a book with beautiful illustrations. She cut the illustrations from the book, framed them, and gave them to the ministry leaders as gifts. She assigned each frame a number, wrapped them up and we cast lots for the pictures. The picture that I received was of a black man who was encased in stone, like a statue being carved and the hand of God was chiseling him, taking his form out of the block of stone and making it into something to be beautiful. I remember when I received it, I cried, because I thought it was God’s way of confirming to me, that He was chiseling my life, making me into something useful for His good pleasure. I placed the picture on the mantle in the living room where it remains to this day.
The final word from God was through my quiet time. I was reading in the book of 1 Kings and when I read the following passage:
1 Kings 6:7 The house, while it was being built, was built of stone prepared at the quarry, and there was neither hammer nor axe nor any iron tool heard in the house while it was being built.
God is so funny! I love the way He works and the way He makes His word alive! As I read the verse, I knew there was something there for me. I could hear His voice, He was prompting me to dig and to meditate. As I did, my attention was drawn to the picture of the man on the mantle, the man being chiseled. OK, I am starting to get it. This isn’t me; this is he, it is my husband. He is being chiseled for me. In fact, we are being chiseled simultaneously to bring us together, ready for one another. As I continued to meditate I came to understand something about this passage; the stones were being chiseled, formed, and quarried away from the site of the temple. They were not even being quarried together. They were being formed away from each other so there would be no sound of an axe, or hammer, or any other tool; and when they came together, there would be a perfect fit. Most of my friends were married way before I was, I knew how hard marriage could be, therefore, I knew that the more work God had to do to me in the middle of my marriage, the harder it would be. That made the waiting easier. God had given me a beautiful picture and with it, a promise. Once again felt hopeful regarding my future, my husband, and my marriage. I didn’t know to whom, but I understood the fact that I probably didn’t know him yet, and if I did, we weren’t going to know what our future together was until the Lord had prepared us for one another. Now, my job was to NOT look for him, but to wait until the Lord brought us together.