Sipping my lemonade, basking in the glory of 𝑯𝑰𝑺 grace.
A special serving of lemonade.
A very very personal experience.
A testament that miracles happen. HIS plan always unfolds beautifully while we are busy worrying.
A younger naive me would always associate a miracle with something larger than life such as a miraculous cure from a deadly disease or the likes.
I still classify those as the BIG miracles. But, an absence of a big miracle isn’t proof that smaller ones are not happening all the time.
Why I am sharing this? - Isn’t social media built for us to amplify the ‘good’ parts of our lives? Well, this is me amplifying the good parts, just not those that fit in the standard categories of Fashion, Tech, Travel etc.
Here are my 2 Little Miracles that I want to share: My Wedding
I moved to Canada cause Jo - my then-boyfriend of 10 years, was here and we knew we wanted to spend our lives together. A wedding was on the cards, but not before 2020 for sure. I wanted to get a job in Canada, settle down a little, you know, the regular stuff.
You also know that my mom has been battling a unique brain degenerative condition. The decline was supposed to be erratic and completely uncharted territory for us.
My Dad in his infinite wisdom called me up one day (early 2019) and said, it would be wonderful if mama could enjoy at least one of the daughter’s wedding. He asked Jo and I if we would be willing to get married in the Summer of 2019. Of course, it wasn’t our plan. I put up a resistance and argued.
He insisted, Jo and myself eventually gave in. Our parents came to Canada.
We got married in August 2019.
A cute little civil ceremony, a small little party. Mom even danced!
Her doctor was surprised that she made it to Canada and even enjoyed herself. They were here for 45 days and did more touristy things than regular healthy individuals.
Enter March 2020, Covid wasn’t the only thing that affected us, my mom’s condition took a sharp turn for the worse. She’s been bed-ridden ever since.
On the hardest days last year, I sat and wept, thinking, Had I not gotten married in the Summer of 2019, I would live with unbearable guilt for the rest of my life.
Not only did HE give her the strength to get here, HE blessed Jo & me with the grace to see what needed to be done and helped us all through the way.
Everything in HIS TIME.
The Flood
September 2019 - 7 days after my parents and in-laws have left Canada.
Jo and I are living in a modest condo in Downtown Toronto for the past 9 months, with no intention of moving. I’m excited, as I’ve just changed a job - exciting role, the place is a 12 min walk from my condo, and I’m thinking - in this moment, I have everything I’ve wanted for a while.
Second day of the new job, I come home to a massive leak in the building. It’s raining from our ceiling!! The building isn’t handling this very well. It’s now been 7 days, numerous calls to the landlord, building management & insurance guys and everything is still a mess. We were blessed with friends & family that opened their homes to us. There was no doubt we started to look for a new place. Numerous viewings later we settle in on one. The rent is higher than what we were paying - I think to myself, there go your extra little savings with the new job. I’m not too happy, we reluctantly move into this new home in Nov 2019.
Fast-forward to March 2020. Hello Covid, Hello lockdown.
The new condo is now a BIG blessing. Why you ask?
It's larger, so more corners to cry, about the lockdown.
A den that could be converted into a home office (ABSOLUTELY no scope for this in the older place)
Building management is excellent, handling the whole pandemic better than the Premier of the Province
A larger kitchen - fewer grocery trips. (the older condo had an open style small kitchen with a tiny fridge)
2020 Zenia is now seeing the bigger picture and thanking the Lord for the flood in her old condo!
Had that not happened, we would have never moved. Imagine having to face a leak of that magnitude along with a pandemic to deal with? Or the lack of space? Or crappy building management? I’m confident I would have started walking to Manitoba.
These little miracles.
HIS acts of kindness, HIS grace. HIS plans.
How he lines things up for us while we bicker about the small insignificant things, assuming we are in control.
I consider these wonderful Little Miracles, wouldn’t you?
You Make Your Plans, But God Directs Your Actions Proverbs 16:9
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