October 15, 2017

Perfect Timing

Stepping off my front porch and heading to my mailbox last Saturday afternoon, my attention was caught by a teenage girl walking down the sidewalk in front of our house, face red and tears streaming. She was wiping them away while shuffling two duffel bags on her shoulders when I asked her if she was okay.

Apparently it was her weekend to stay with her father who she said lived a few streets down and she was heading to her mother’s house because she didn’t want to be there. I asked where did her mother live and it was several miles away.

So, I am standing there with a teenage girl crying, obviously torn between her divorced parents and something that happened at her dad’s house, and I don’t really know what to do. I asked her if she wanted to sit on my porch and hoped this would offer her a chance to compose herself and stop her from continuing a several mile walk to her mom’s house without her dad knowing where she was.

I did a lot of reading between the lines with the few things she said. Her father had taken her phone from her, but I let her use mine and she called her mom who I could hear was telling her to go back to her dad’s. My theory is that she did something that broke her dad’s rules and he took her phone from her and I heard her tell her mom that she probably wouldn’t be going to homecoming now.

I felt bad for her because she is a teenager in a broken home trying to navigate a new normal.

She wiped her tears away and stood to go back to her dad’s, apologizing for dumping her family drama in my lap. I wanted to say something before she left, something encouraging and hopeful. I was asking God to please give me the words before she walked off of my porch.

I told her I would pray for her. Then I even more boldly declared I would specifically pray that God would bring calm into the situation. I had peace in my heart I was supposed to say that. I think it is part of why God put her in my path.

As she headed back to her father’s house, I realized how God showed up for a troubled teenager and gave her these messages: there are people that care, pray, and boldly ask God to work.

It amazes me that God sent me out to get the mail the exact moment she was passing by. I am still thinking about that. It was as if it was perfectly timed, perfectly ordered by the Lord.

Psalm 18:30
As for God, His way is perfect;
The word of the Lord is proven;
He is a shield to all who trust in Him.