I'd made an appointment with the orthopod yesterday, a follow up visit from when I had the injection in my hip last month. The effect has pretty much worn off, and I'm taking the meloxicam again - trying for half a pill a day, or every other day - as little as possible. But anyway, we're looking at hip surgery come summer vacation. That's okay by me. I've had numerous surgeries. No worries!
God makes appointments too. But we don't know about them all the time - there's no reminder call from His office. We just need to be aware when the time comes to act, to step up to the moment.
A couple of years ago I was proctoring a test for a class where I didn't know any of the kids. When most had finished and were just finding something quiet to occupy their time until they could be "sprung" from the testing room, I noticed one young man was reading. This is thrilling, in a city school where many of the students are way below grade level. I, meanwhile, was reviewing one of my hand-written journals of one of my trips to Peru. The youth asked about it, and I offered it to him to peruse - but the handwriting was a little beyond him. (I gotta write my memoirs and publish them!) But we had a nice quiet chat, and ever since then, when we'd see each other in the halls, we'd greet each other. He was even at the pajama-movie night at my granddaughter's school, for his little brother.
So earlier this semester, a couple weeks into the semester, doesn't he come in with his English class to the computer lab. He chooses a computer next to me, and we chat a bit. We give each other Facebook info and friend each other. Not many conversations - he'll say "sup" and little chit chat phrases. But that's okay. Then - his class stops coming to the computer lab. But we maintained FB contact.
Now, since Sunday I had held off from going to Facebook, seeking to draw closer to the Lord. I was going to do this for 3 weeks, kind of fasting from FB. Well, yesterday he stopped by the lab during his lunch, and just started to talk about how he was feeling - like he was just ready to give up, he didn't care any more, his home life sucked (stepfather issues)...I spoke encouragingly to him, trying to impress on him that he has a purpose. I later concluded, "Okay, Lord. I'll just skip the games on FB and use it as a ministry tool." I posted a song on his wall - www.youtube.com/watch?v=
and when I get home will post some other words of encouragement.
That was one of God's "follow-up" appointments.