It was a Divine appointment, of that, I’m sure. The place was Waco, Texas. In the fall of 2013 I was distributing health and spiritual literature door to door as part of a scholarship program at my university. The territory was tough, most people felt distraught by spiritual literature and closed off to anyone knocking door to door. The constant negativity and rejection made me feel worn out and discouraged.
In my frustration, I asked God: “Why did you bring me to this place? Clearly, nobody here wants any of this.”
As I’m questioning God, I knock on the next door, and to my surprise a Hispanic lady answers. I hadn’t seen many Hispanics in the area I was working in, and being Hispanic myself, I felt we had one thing in common that could lead us to a good start. Her name was María. As she invited me in, she seemed very interested in what I was telling her and showing her.
To every person we visited, we always offered a list of community services and a blue card in which they could fill out the contact information to be contacted later about the community services they had shown interest in. She filled one. Before leaving, I offered a prayer, and she accepted. When we finished praying, I looked up and found María looking at me, with a blank expression.
Then she started crying. She told me she suffered from depression, and that that visit was just what she needed. I kept going down the street, but she stayed in my mind the rest of the week.
“Show me your ways, Lord,
teach me your paths”
Saturday came, it was our last day in town and before we left, we wanted to go visit some of the blue cards we had gathered during the week. We could only choose two per student, so without looking, I chose two from the many blue cards I had. To my surprise, both had the same name and last name, but each with a different address.
I went with two other students; we visited their contacts first. When the time came to visit mine, we were running out of time, so we could only visit one. Once again, without looking I chose one, so we got in the car and headed that way. When we got to the street, I saw through the window a lady sweeping her porch, it was María!
Before getting out of the car, we searched for Spanish literature, since she only spoke Spanish, and to my surprise, once again, we found the last two pieces of Spanish literature left in the car. One was titled: “God’s purpose for my life” and the other one was called: “Does God really care about me? It couldn’t have been more precise.
This experience taught me that many times, we are in the right place and at the right time, or as I like to call it, scheduled for a Divine appointment to receive a blessing or be a blessing to someone else.
There is always a bigger purpose behind everything, even behind the things that don’t make sense.
Do you believe it?
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