People of faith know that God often comes through in the 11th hour. This is one question I plan to ask Him when we meet face to face: “What’s up with the 11th hour thing? Why not the 10th? Or the 9th?”
But I digress…
I want to share a story about a time where I saw God come through in the 11th hour. I was co-directing a play titled Robbie Johnson Goes to Camp. On the night of the dress rehearsal we (literally) stayed at the theater until the middle of the night, but never made it past the first act. I told my good friend (at 3:00 a.m.) “There’s no way we can do a show tomorrow night. We’ll just have to cancel.” In my mind, the whole thing seemed completely impossible. (Ever been there?)
The next morning we got up, somehow muddled our way through a rehearsal, and put on a whopper of a show that same night. When I say “whopper of a show” I mean a great show! It was truly amazing. Yep, God (and my actors) came through in the 11th hour. (Why was I surprised?)
If you’ve read my book, The Director’s Cut, you know that Tia (the heroine) likes all of her ducks in a row. She’s not keen on surprises. (Structured/disciplined/OCDish folks rarely are.) When it comes to directing a show of any kind, we directors like things to be “just so.” But sometimes we’re headed into the 10th hour and things are a mess. Then comes the 11th hour. . .and bam! A miracle occurs!
To enjoy some of those miracles alongside Tia, you’ll just have to read The Director’s Cut. In the meantime, leave a story about a time God came through for you in the 11th hour!