when God surprised me.

if you've been reading along for a good while, you might have seen this post.
from that post i received so much encouragement from many of you that i am so grateful for. emails exchanged and prayers from many of you that i hold so dear to me.

it's something i won't give up on, something we constantly pray for.
saturday started as a normal day, with the exception of my husband wanting my oldest to stay home with him from morning service. he wanted to spend time with him, he said.
i didn't make a big fuss. i figured he'll just go in the afternoon with me, no big deal.

i came home later, and my husband and son were not there. i waited, and it was getting closer to the time i had to leave for the afternoon service. then i got a text from my oldest saying they were going to the movies.
my first thought was: 'how could he? i allowed him to stay in the morning, and he's taking advantage.'
i texted my husband ' you need to have him home by the time i have to leave.'

no response.

i thought of calling and being angry demanding that he bring him back. but for some reason, i restrained. i was upset.

i left and afternoon service started. now if you also know a little about me through this blog, you know i lead worship. i knew i had to let go of my somewhat bitterness of that incident before i started to worship, and so i put it in the back of my head and let it go.

while i worship, i also let myself go. i closed my eyes and during the songs. i prayed for my husband, prayed for others that are in my heart, and as i stood there, eyes closed, my heart surrendering. i felt something. don't know what it was. just something.

then i opened my eyes for a split second. and there...

in one of the seats. stood my husband.

and my heart dropped, but in a good way. i even squinted a little to make sure it was him.

see just that morning the Lord through His word had reminded us that while we worship wholeheartedly, He is working. He is doing what we pray for. the only thing we have to do is keep worshipping and He will handle the rest.

guys, i don't nag my husband to come to church. i don't throw it in his face or argue about it.
so this, i can't say was because i asked him enough that he obliged. the desire came straight out of his heart. out of prayers.
will he come next weekend, or the next? i don't know. but what i do know, is that all of our prayers have done enough to have his heart be moved. and that is enough for me.
and i hold on to the belief that when God begins something, He won't stop until it is completely finished.