Redefining Serendipity for Believers and The Reviving of a Dream defines serendipity as “an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident,” or “good fortune; luck.”  I don’t believe in luck, and I don’t believe in accidents.  I believe in our Creator and His omnipotence.  I also believe that God knows what our hearts need, even if we can’t seem to put our finger on it.  For most of us, what we need isn’t what we think we want.  I believe that what most people see as serendipity, is really an extension, or expression if you will, of God’s grace and love for us.

In the wake of my uncle’s very recent passing, I knew that missing church was not an option if I am to stay on this path.  Plus, I’ve made a commitment to help with the special needs children’s ministry and I felt in my heart that my uncle would want me to follow through with my commitment. He certainly wouldn’t think it was a good idea to skip attending the early service even if I could watch it online later.  So I got up with my alarm clock even though the temptation to stay in bed for another two hours was nearly overwhelming.

Our church is in the middle of a series called Reach the City.  It’s partly inspired by the devotional book, “A Life that Wins” by Christian author, Mike Holt.  During the previous few weeks of this series, I’ve had a few moments where I felt that God was whispering to me about things He felt I needed to take from the sermon.  This week, He didn’t waste time whispering.

I went to church today hoping to glean some wisdom that I could use at some point down the road.  What I didn’t expect was to be sitting there and have almost every word feel like it was tailor-made just for me.  Don’t get me wrong, I know there were many other people in the congregation this morning feeling the same way.  In no way do I think it’s all about me.  But I do believe with all my heart that God sees what my struggles are and that He loves me and wants to guide me through them.

I wrote in one my first posts about my previous separation from my husband.  During my separation, I attempted to finally chase my dream of being a professional photographer. I signed up for classes and attended half-time for just over a year.   It then proved too difficult for me to obtain my degree while working full-time and being a “single” mother, and I failed an important class because I couldn’t keep up.  A lot of other things happened, most of them not so good, all leading up to me quitting school at the end of the following semester after failing said class for the second time in a row.  In all the time since, I’ve been promising myself I would go back “as soon as things got better.”

Lately, I’ve been questioning my decision to follow this dream.  I wondered if it was really in God’s plan for me to start my own photography company that caters mostly to special needs families. I’ve had moments when I feel like there’s no way I can accomplish what I want to.  I’ve even been questioning whether or not it is indeed God’s plan for me to write this blog and share my spiritual journey with complete strangers.  I often feel so exposed, and it isn’t a pleasant feeling for me.  Especially when I know that many of the people reading this will mock me or think I’m completely out of my mind for believing any of what I’m writing about.  Specifically, members of the Atheist movement.  However, I care more about how God sees me than I care about how anyone on this earth sees me.  And I am not alone.  I know all of my Christian brothers and sisters face the same ridicule I do.

Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.” 1 Peter 5:9  NIV

Today’s sermon came from Genesis chapter 37.  Those of you familiar with the Bible know this story well.  It’s the story of Joseph, his dreams, his father’s favoritism and that glorious robe.  It’s also the story of his brothers’ jealousy and hatred and how they came to sell Joseph into slavery.  If you don’t know the story, you can find it here:

I hadn’t spoken of my doubts in prayer or in conversation with anyone.  Not even my husband, because I really couldn’t make sense of any of it yet.  Though I know God sees my heart, and hears my silent cries, it was still a shock when every word from our pastor this morning, cut through the fog of my mind and my emotions and led me straight to what He wanted me to understand.  If I had to describe the moment God stopped whispering and started shouting, I guess it would be like that scene in a movie where everything and everyone else in the room seems to fade away, and the protagonist zones in on one voice that seems to echo in their mind.  His message was clear:  Keep writing.  Go back to school.  Finish what you started.

I wasn’t expecting an answer to these questions, because I hadn’t yet asked them.  But, God saw my heart.  He saw my struggling with these opposing ideas.  He saw I needed encouragement.  So He used a perfectly normal Sunday sermon to give me exactly what I needed, even if it wasn’t what I thought I wanted. He gave me ears to hear what He wanted me to take away from today’s message.  He told me what I should do.  As a believer, what else can I do but obey Him?

2 thoughts on “Redefining Serendipity for Believers and The Reviving of a Dream

    • Thank you so much for your kind words. It’s scary sometimes to think about leaving myself so open. I keep being reminded, though, of Isaiah 54:17 and Romans 8:31. These are troubling times for believers, but I am choosing daily to put my faith in God and His promises. That is the very least I can do for a God who would give me so much and ask so little in return. God bless you as well.

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