Do you ever have those moments where you wait for something so long you finally just come to terms with the fact that it will never happen? The older you get the more you move it to some empty shelf space in the back of your mind to collect dust. You see it every now and again when you do some spring cleaning, but there it sets, still on the shelf.
Tonight that moment came for me. As I sat in regret over the Doritos and French Onion dip that I had eaten, my guilt was rising up inside. Condemnation was written all over me. Then I got the call.
My grandpa, who I hadn’t spoken with or seen in a year was calling me. I didn’t recognize the number on the caller id or I probably would have dropped the phone before having the chance to answer it. “Do you know who this is?” he asked. I knew immediately – his voice is pretty recognizable. I didn’t know what to say. “This is your long lost family down in God’s Country,” he said. Then he said he saw some pictures of me and couldn’t believe it was me.
Then came words I never expected from a man whose approval I wasn’t sure I would ever receive. He thought I was pretty. He couldn’t believe those pictures were me. “I’m proud of you.”
That dusty shelf in my mind was clean and looked as good as new. My waiting days were over. One of the things I wanted so badly that I had almost given up on had just actually happened. God knew exactly what I need at exactly His right timing.
He’s good like that, and I have one more shelf in my dusty old mind cleaned off. Thank you Jesus!
