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Five Minute Friday: Unexpected

Unexpected

It was more than unexpected the day our pastor asked us to go to Japan.  All I could do was burst into tears as he gave the details.  We would both be teaching and Alexander would go to the school.  They were looking for a nanny for Bebe.  They also have an apartment for us.  Unexpected to say the least that the questions we'd been asking were being answered.  We have been waiting so desperately for God to send us, to start us on our road.  And now we are going to be further then our dreams could have taken us.

I don't why trusting and waiting would give a result unexpected, God is always faithful.
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Five Minute Friday is a writing exercise.  You write freely without stopping and correcting for 5 minutes.  Its quite liberating.  Why not drop by Lisa-Jo at Gypsy Mama and join in.

Much love
Philippa

Comments

  1. Holly Green11 November 2011 at 13:02

    What an opportunity! God answers prayers in His time, which is hard to remember. Stay faithful and He will reward you. Enjoyed reading your post.

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  2. Anonymous11 November 2011 at 14:37

    Very nice writing. That's true God always answers prayers but never when we expect it. I have experienced is many times.
    May you stay true to your faith and walk the journey of life trusting his love will always bring you where you suppose to be.
    have a lovely day!

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  3. Anonymous11 November 2011 at 16:20

    Wonderful reminder of God's sovereignty. I'm certain that He has more un-expectations in store.

    All thru Him,
    Cin

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