Seizures Revisited: How God Directs the Seemingly Mundae, Disastrous, and/or Unimportant
A while ago I posted about my friend "Julie," whose seizure on the bus acted as the catalyst for our relationship. At the time, the bus ride was as far as the story went, but now...
Almost immediately after I finished writing that post, Julie called me unexpectedly to say thanks. She got my number from the caller ID of her friend who I called to come pick her up once she got off the bus. By this time she was fully coherent and we had a nice conversation in which I learned that she was living alone, was unemployed, and was being forced to leave her apartment right after Christmas. To make a long story short, I told Julie about some possible openings I knew of at my place of work and it turned out that she had some specialized experience in a relevant area. Over the next few weeks I assisted her with the application process and I was thrilled when, in the middle of my 24 hour Film Making Marathon shoot for the LDS Film Festival, I received a call from Julie informing me that she had gotten the job.
My point in writing this is that it's caused me to ponder how the Lord's hand is often found in things that at the time seem trivial, meaningless, or even burdensome.
If Julie hadn't had that seizure, I probably never would have looked up from my reading and we wouldn't have met. She might still be unemployed today.
If I hadn't decided to stay and "help" even though others far more capable than I were on the way, Julie might at this moment be despairing of ever finding relief.
I've always forwarded the emails about openings at work to my ward employment specialist, but if I hadn't recently started reading them first (for no real reason, since I'm not interested in transferring departments), I wouldn't have known how to direct Julie in her search.
If I had used Julie's phone to call her friend instead of mine, they would never have been able to contact me and my part in the story would have ended there.
If I had been successful in getting out of my current job (which I've been trying to do for many months) I wouldn't have even been on the bus, much less known about the open positions.
If Julie had decided not to call and thank the stranger who really did nothing more than keep her company for an hour or so, she might still be looking for work today.
So a host of things, little like a phone call and big like a seizure but none looking very much like obvious blessings, all worked together to deliver a suffering child of God from a difficult trial and help set her on a better track. It's amazing to think that a fruitless employment search and a weekly bulk email might be part of God's plan not just for me, but for a perfect stranger I never knew I'd meet on the bus.
Almost immediately after I finished writing that post, Julie called me unexpectedly to say thanks. She got my number from the caller ID of her friend who I called to come pick her up once she got off the bus. By this time she was fully coherent and we had a nice conversation in which I learned that she was living alone, was unemployed, and was being forced to leave her apartment right after Christmas. To make a long story short, I told Julie about some possible openings I knew of at my place of work and it turned out that she had some specialized experience in a relevant area. Over the next few weeks I assisted her with the application process and I was thrilled when, in the middle of my 24 hour Film Making Marathon shoot for the LDS Film Festival, I received a call from Julie informing me that she had gotten the job.
My point in writing this is that it's caused me to ponder how the Lord's hand is often found in things that at the time seem trivial, meaningless, or even burdensome.
If Julie hadn't had that seizure, I probably never would have looked up from my reading and we wouldn't have met. She might still be unemployed today.
If I hadn't decided to stay and "help" even though others far more capable than I were on the way, Julie might at this moment be despairing of ever finding relief.
I've always forwarded the emails about openings at work to my ward employment specialist, but if I hadn't recently started reading them first (for no real reason, since I'm not interested in transferring departments), I wouldn't have known how to direct Julie in her search.
If I had used Julie's phone to call her friend instead of mine, they would never have been able to contact me and my part in the story would have ended there.
If I had been successful in getting out of my current job (which I've been trying to do for many months) I wouldn't have even been on the bus, much less known about the open positions.
If Julie had decided not to call and thank the stranger who really did nothing more than keep her company for an hour or so, she might still be looking for work today.
So a host of things, little like a phone call and big like a seizure but none looking very much like obvious blessings, all worked together to deliver a suffering child of God from a difficult trial and help set her on a better track. It's amazing to think that a fruitless employment search and a weekly bulk email might be part of God's plan not just for me, but for a perfect stranger I never knew I'd meet on the bus.
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thanks for your post.