Every good story needs resolution. It's what grips us in books and movies and has us cheering when the couple gets together or the dog finds his way home after a cross-country odyssey. For me, God is the original and master storyteller. He has told mine exceptionally well, even the parts I don't like. This morning, He resolved something that has consumed so much thought and time over the past few years, that I had resigned to never knowing the answer. Any of you who have read the book will know that towards the end there is a major turning point - redemption. It is a major resolving point in the story. At this critical juncture, a few people were, I believe, placed in my life to help that healing process begin. I am not going to spoil the story for those of you I know who are currently reading The Second Lap, so I'll be vague. Basically, I found myself in full surrender mode and standing alongside me for support were three people. I had never seen them before and after a few words of prayer from them, they were gone. I mean out-the-door, never-saw-them-again gone! Of course at the time I never gave it much thought. People come and people go. That is the transient modern-day world we live in. As the years passed, though, I spent more and more time day-dreaming about them. This mysterious man, his wife, and their son became an enigma. I asked others present who they could have been but came up none the wiser. Sometimes the mystery was so intriguing that I was content not to know. Over the years, they came up in conversation at many a dinner table or gathering, my friends being as intrigued as I was.
This morning I got up to face another Monday and had received a message from a very kind lady I know who lives in the United States. She proceeded to tell me that when she got to page 249, her jaw dropped. As the story unfolded, she realised that I had been talking about her brother who is based in Honolulu, Hawaii, and that they had been passing through on a visit. When I saw his actual name on screen, my face just beamed. This wonderful man had a name and so did his wife and son. I immediately went into stalk mode and searched the Internet for them. I didn't have much luck but at least know that I can get the info I need to write them and really thank them. I have been shaking my head in disbelief and gratitude today and I know this may sound far-fetched given I have never known this feeling, but I feel like an adopted kid finding out about their biological parents. I am grateful that I serve a God who has impeccable timing, one that shows me His ways are far, far above what I can even imagine--that every specific moment is His to do with as He pleases. It is such a privilege to be able to know that I am loved in this way and that my trust in Him is all I will ever need!