I didn’t understand. I felt it belonged to me. I wanted it so bad. From the moment we heard of the committee in training, I knew I wanted to be on it. I knew I’d be perfect for it.
How dare they pick someone else?
The day I found out I didn’t make it, I sulked as I walked through the bushveld to school. I was really upset, bordering on tears, which in hindsight was ridiculous.
But at that moment, the failure felt so real. The rejection, so acute.
All I could do was pray, pouring out my heart to the Creator. Both ashamed and wanting affirmation.
And then He reached down from heaven and thunked me upside the head.
I saw the bigger picture. Here I was in Africa, living in a rural village, immersed in a vibrant culture. And I was worried about not being picked for the team.
He painted the sky with His promises of love and hope, filling the clouds in with stunning hues of purples, blues, and pinks, showing me how truly big He was.
And my mind flew from an angry-hurt-upset “How dare you?” to a different “How dare you?”
One steeped in wonder, that the God of the universe was listening to my anguish. That He would paint the sky to lift my spirits and affirm His love for me. That His love, His outrageous, unending love, found me in the bushveld.
And my tears of anguish turned to tears of joy and gratitude.
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