I was recently talking to a couple who immigrated here from Eastern Europe. They came to this city and are staying with people from the same church as a missionary couple they are friends with. Since their arrival, the church and its people have bent over backwards and twisted inside out to accommodate them.
They have a free place to stay. A woman who devotes her entire day to drive them to appointments and their 4 children to their various schools. People are giving them nice fur coats and inviting them into their homes. They speak about this couple with shining eyes and pray that they will be a blessing to them. Most of the comments about them are a gushing “Aren’t they nIce?”.
Yeah, they better be. Most immigrants have a rough go. I’m glad they are being taken care of so well, but a bit annoyed that the Ivory Coast refugees who had weaker church connections weren’t also given the red carpet. This new couple have both worked at prestigious jobs in their home country: law, film, bible school director, and their English is quite good. They have a lot going for them.
Plus, they have faith. I asked what sort of work they hoped to do here. They had no idea, but were sure something divine would come up. It was easy to see that their faith had helped give them the courage to move to a different climate and culture. God’s will was clear- they had confidence.
I was wondering why I couldn’t have that sort of confidence when it came to chasing after my dreams. My husband pointed out that I had never assumed that my wants were automatically God’s wants. If I had, I would be behaving the same as this couple. They wanted to do something and felt assured that God would grant them success and went running ahead. I wanted to do something but was afraid that it wasn’t God’s will so it paralyzed me. I was well aware that my thoughts came from my head. This was why I couldn’t prophesy.
Oh well. I hope this couple’s faith helps get them into good jobs. Then, I hope they start thinking before their faith can hurt any of their children’s dreams.
If you had faith, was it the kind that allowed you to chase your dreams or the kind that made you question yourself and your abilities?