We mailed our first missionary support letter on July 3rd--according to our plan, this was exactly one week LATER than we wanted to mail them. But the photos didn't come on time, and so we had to wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. I don't love to wait, but wait we did. And finally the photos came, and finally we mailed the letter. Late. Or so we thought...Most of our friends here in Spokane received our letter on Saturday, July 5th. Then on Sunday, July 6th, our pastor just happened to be preaching on Acts chapter 8. In Acts chapter 8, the disciples are scattered to the nations to share the gospel...thus the first missionaries are born. In preaching about this, our pastor actually referred to us--by name--and our call to France. In a church of over 4000 members, in a church that supports dozens of missionaries, it was quite an amazing coincidence that the day after many of our friends received our first letter, our pastor talked about US!
I commented to David that the timing almost appeared choreographed. He smiled and said, "What do you mean almost?" He is right. It was choreographed, just not by us. As the saying goes, God's timing is seldom early, but NEVER late.
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