I was very surprised to learn this morning that the phrase “God moves in mysterious ways” is not actually a passage found within the bible. Apparently it is found within a hymn by William Cowper (1731-1800). It does however allude to Isaiah 55:8-9 where it reads, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
In this past week I have personally witnessed the incredibly amazing and powerfully inspiring love and hand of God at work in my own life. It started with a phone call I received a few days ago from Sergeant Frisone of Alpha Company 2-14 in New York (aka the great love of my eternity and Husband of 2 years.) He received an unexpected “present” from me. But here is the kicker, I did not send the present, nor did it come from me. But I did create the work that after travelling through a grandmother, two other soldiers, and through 3 different states did it ended up in his hands, which triggered the phone call.
Here is the story. I wrote an article to give honor and recognition to all military people and their families. It also highlighted the fact that my husband was going to ranger school in a few months. I am presently residing in the state of Rhode Island while my husband is presently serving our country in New York. My article was published with a picture of my husband and myself in The Providence Journal Newspaper. A grandmother, whom I do not know, who also lives in Rhode Island, happened to be reading the paper that day and saw the article. She also happened to have a grandson who was in ranger school at the time. So she cuts out the article from the newspaper and goes to the post office to send it to her grandson in Fort Benning, Georgia.
He then receives it, reads it, and yes, he graduates from Ranger School. I do not know from what state or military post this grandson comes from. But during his time there he speaks with a fellow soldier also going through ranger school with him who just so happens to come from Fort Drum, New York. In conversation between the two soldiers my article comes up and the grandson asks the other soldier if he knows my husband, the soldier replies that yes, he did know my husband. And the grandson then asks the soldier to bring the news paper clipping back to my husband. I would also like to point out that although I told my husband about the article, and saved some original newspaper copies here in Rhode Island, I never mailed him one. I did scan the article into my computer and emailed him a copy of it.
So my husband calls me and for the first time he is holding and looking at a picture of us, and my article for the first time. It made us both feel proud. We also know that although challenging and difficult right now our love, lives and story is our legacy of hope, courage, and inspiration that we hope to serve humanity and our fellow brothers and sisters with.
As if this story is not amazing enough, the next day an ever crazier event occurs. I own a home in Rhode Island, which I am presently renting out. I have been temporarily living with my parents, in “transition” as my husband’s time in the service winds down, with all the uncertainties, possible deployments, travelling back and forth between my husband and myself to be together and 3 moves himself in New York in the time he has been there. We are in a very challenging real estate market and economy right now. My dad is a realtor by trade. We decide that the condo we are all presently living in is not big enough for our families and so we decide to sell it and look for a house with an in law.
My dad puts his condo on the market and in 1 week he miraculously sells the house to a mother and daughter who are looking to downsize from their present home. Their present home is a raised ranch with an in law apartment that they just sold to a gentlemen so they could buy our condominium. In conversation my dad tells me it is a shame we didn’t extend our own housing search to various towns and cities because their home would have been perfect for our needs.
I come home from work the next day and my dad informs me that the man who is buying the people who are buying our house’s mortgage fell through and he can no longer buy their house. As a result we are going to look at the people who are buying our condo’s home the next day. We go there and it is literally my version of heaven on earth. There are trees, shrubs, forests, rocks, flowers nature, birds and a haven of peace and silence all around this home. It is in brand new condition. It meets all of our needs. We put in an offer. It is accepted. In about 4 weeks life opens the door to new and exciting experiences for us. We are literally “house swapping”. But for the hand of God bringing people with different needs and ideas together, I do not have an explanation.
I do want to say though that these two experiences and lessons of the week have taught me to step aside and let God work in mysterious ways. It makes my journey and life that much more exciting and thrilling. It also has taught me that God loves me more than I could understand and despite the struggles and illusions in front of me sometimes He really is working out all things for my greater good.