I tend to be quite sentimental so something as simple as a broken mug has great meaning to me. For most people, it’s just a mug but for me, it’s memories of my family.
I think about all the times mom served me milk in that mug to go with some cookies. I think about the time my step dad gave me black coffee at age 7 when he didn’t know that my version of coffee was a glass of milk with just a bit of coffee in it. A mistake he never made again!
You see, I’ve had this mug for as long as I can remember, for at least 26 years and I’m turning 28 in July. Before my parents split up my mother bought each of us matching mugs with our names on it. Well today, mine slipped and shattered. My heart dropped as quickly as the mug did. It hurt to see so many good memories shattered across the floor. But then I started thinking about how far I’ve come, how the Lord has led me here and where I will be in the months and years to come.
Lately I’ve been reminiscing as my 10 year high school reunion is coming up next month. I’ve been thinking a lot about the last decade of my life. It’s not only been 10 years since I finished High School, but it’s also 10 years since the Lord first planted the idea of missions in my mind.
Two weeks from today, I will have graduated from the New Tribes Missionary Training Center in Canada. It may seem like 10 years is a long time to get to the point where I’m finally preparing to head to the mission field but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s been a long journey, but He has been teaching me more and more how much better it is to wait for His timing rather than try and press on without Him. He prevented me from coming here a year earlier and then blessed me with one of the best years of my life. He prevented me from knowing exactly which country I would be going to through closing doors and then threw open the door to PNG with only a month left here. I cannot take any of the credit for the open door to PNG, he has orchestrated it beautifully.
If you would have told me a decade ago where I’d be now, getting ready to head to Papua New Guinea, I would have said you were nuts. Looking back, it seems so long ago now.
It’s neat how the Lord can use something as simple as a broken coffee mug to encourage me by reminding me of all the ways he’s been faithful and how He will continue to lead me throughout the rest of my days.