Observations

I am certain that we all have had rough spots along our various paths of life. We can look at them teary-eyed, with disappointment and despair. Or we can choose to be positive, using them as growing experiences. Maybe you skidded off a slippery, lonely country road after dark when the temperature was going to drop to 17 degrees below zero.

Yes, that happened to me, and I had my eight-month old schnauzer with me. When that happened, I didn’t carry a cell phone. I didn’t want one, and I figured life was good without one (God orchestrated events to drag me out of the dark ages to become part of the 21st century, but that is another story).

Light snow was falling when my front right tire caught the lip at the edge of the pavement. My car spun around in a few circles, landing in a shallow ditch with a huge snow drift. Trying to back out was hopeless. A farm house was nearby, but opening the car door and climbing through the snow was impossible.

Still, I had blessings. When I was spinning, I could have hit the nearby telephone pole. Or down the road a quarter mile, and I could have landed upside down in the river. I, without doubt, had God’s hand over me in the bitterly cold night air.

In a quandary about what to do, God blessed me with a generous soul who phoned for a tow truck. He left to get out of the cold as soon as the towing company was on its way.

Fortunately, it is my habit to travel in the winter with quilts. By the time the tow truck driver arrived 15 or so minutes later, the battery was fading quickly, and we had to snuggle to stay warm—a little pup doesn’t offer much body heat though.

The tow truck driver pulled us out of the ditch with ease. He charged the battery and stayed with us while its life revived (the car started fine the next morning despite the cold). After that, we arrived home without further event.

I realize that this event was considerably less daunting than the heartbreaks some people endure. I have learned that no matter how difficult the circumstances, someone else always has it worse. Nevertheless, God allows different testing events for each of us because we are all at different places along the pathway that leads to His throne.

What the Bible Has to Say about Trial

The apostle James had something to say about the various trials we have in life and why we have them. We find his thoughts in the first chapter of his writing:

Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.  And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

— James 1:2–4

James’ comments are just one place in the Bible where we learn that we have challenges in life to refine our characters. While never easy, they always have purpose.

One November evening after a particularly stormy day, the sun came out and lit the twilight sky. We can expect beauty when the tempests of life come to end.

E. G. White also had something to say about the rough stuff in life that cultivates our characters. The quote is found in Testimonies for the Church, vol. 7, page 214. A while back I made a little video, illustrating it with my photography. Enjoy the illustrations. Take to heart the words.

Have you ever been disappointed? I would venture to say that most of us have at one time or another.

Did you know that we can benefit from the pain of disappointment? Unfortunately, many of us wallow it.

This is a first for me: first web site, first blog, first posting. All these firsts were born from disappointment.

I had prayed and labored long to return to Kenya on a mission trip in August 2018. In the end, God said no.

Invitation to Kenyan Mission Trip

April 20, 2016, was a normal workday for me at a Christian book publisher. We’re such a small team that we all wear many hats. Among the things I do, I talk to people, many of them. On that particular day, a lady by the name of Anita called about ordering some Bibles to take to Africa. She leads the Mara Vision Outreach ministry, and they provide pastors and teachers for the Masaai and Samburu tribes in Kenya.

She invited me to participate in the mission trip that was planned for that August. I promptly, and as graciously as possible, declined the opportunity because it didn’t make sense. Such a trip was costly. Besides, I was the primary caregiver for my mother. Why would God want me to leave her?

God’s Calling

However, a dear friend who is more like a sister asked, “Did you talk to God about that?” So I did.

The experience was a combination of Jeremiah 29:11: “I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the Lord,” and Ephesians 3:20: “Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think.”

Living in a Zoo

God opened one door after another, working a string of miracles. My mother’s care was completely taken care of through volunteers and an extra grant from her local Commission on Aging. The biggest miracle of all was that He paid for the trip. A stranger donated $4,500 so I could make the excursion.

The excursion was incredible. Of the sixteen days I was gone, nine of them were in the African bush. Our camp was just across the Talek River from the Maasai Mara Game Reserve. It was like living in a zoo for those nine days. As a birder, I added more than ninety birds to my life list, including the lilac-breasted roller. It’s about the size of an American crow.

God Called in Childhood

As I child, I loved mission stories that came from Africa. Accounts of David Livingston’s and Robert Moffat’s adventures captured my attention like no other place in the world, not Australia, not Argentina, not Austria—only Africa. As I grew, I wanted to be a missionary to Africa. By the time I graduated into adulthood that calling had been tucked into a back pocket in my brain. I didn’t think about it again until I was on the Mara. Just a few days into the trip those dreams came to life, and I realized that I was in the very land of my childhood dreams.

Utter Disappointment When God Said “No”

Another mission trip with Mara Vision Outreach was scheduled for August 2018. Oh, how I wanted to return to the amazing land to participate in more mission work. I labored hard to raise the funds to go. Other doors opened as well. In the end, God said, “No, it’s not time for you to return yet.” I was bitterly disappointed. I wanted to know why, and in time God showed me, for the disappointment drove me to the Scriptures.

In my study on disappointment, I found great comfort in the Scriptures. As I turned the pages of the Bible, I found verse after verse of hope. Those verses let me to a book entitled The Desire of Ages* by E. G. White, page 668, where I discovered these words:

He is well pleased when they make the very highest demands upon Him, that they may glorify His name. They may expect large things if they have faith in His promises.

I asked myself the question, “How are we in any position to make demands upon God?” So being the word lover that I am, I looked up its meaning. In the author’s day, the word also meant “petitions.” So when we put the very highest petitions before God, He is very pleased. In so doing, we may “expect large things.” Hence, the title of this blog leapt off the page.

God’s Reasons to Keep Me Home

I still don’t know all of God’s reasons, but it started just three days after I was supposed to leave. I became extremely ill from a massive infection. If that had happened in Africa, they would have buried me over there.

Another reason was my mother. Nearly a year after I went to Africa, God opened doors to place her in a nursing home. He even selected the facility. In the fall of 2018, some potentially dicey legal issues arose over her care. If I had gone to Africa, the situation would have been much worse. In the end, everything was fine, and I was exonerated. Also, I didn’t know I would have less than five months with my mother. She passed to her rest on January 10, 2019.

Conclusion

So I hope and pray that you will go exploring with me as we discover the purpose and benefits of disappointment, as well as other emotions and passions that can lead to hope if we let them. We can either soar with the birds or wallow in the pit. I choose to soar with the birds. What about you?

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