My story picks up on a Saturday. I’d spent the day prior baking and decorating the wedding cake you see in the photo. It was different from anything I’d ever done and required about 14 hours of intense work, much of that with poor posture and very little intake of water (a problem every time I bake…I forget to hydrate). Anyway, I woke up on Saturday morning with what I call a “killer” migraine. I somehow stumbled out of bed, took meds, and drove myself to my writers’ meeting at Lupe Tortilla.
Five minutes into the meeting I knew I was in trouble. I couldn’t eat (couldn’t keep anything down) and felt like I was going to pass out from the pain.
I somehow made it home and fell into bed. Still, there was that issue of delivering the wedding cake. I knew I needed to leave my house around 3:00 to get the four-tiered cake to Cleveland Texas….but there was just now way. By now, I was unable to keep anything down and nothing was touching the intense pain. I did what any mother would do….I called my kids. Within twenty minutes my oldest daughter (Randi Morrow) was there to deliver the cake. Her husband (Zach Morrow) just happened to be in the area, and stopped in to help her lift the cake into the car (something she couldn’t have done alone). And in the middle of all of that, my other local daughter (Megan Kimbrough) arrived on the scene, loaded me into a vehicle, and drove me to the hospital. A short while later, the cake was delivered and set up, and I was on my way into a private room in the ER for a migraine cocktail, (injections of Phrenagan, Imitrex, and Benadryl). These meds, of course, knocked me clean out. But when I awoke a couple hours later, the pain was manageable and I had the satisfaction of knowing the wedding cake had probably already been sliced and served. Everything ended well.
This morning, as I relived that horrible day, I was struck by something I’d never fully considered before: God was already working behind the scenes to meet my need before I even asked. The right people “just happened” to be nearby, ready to sweep in and do the very things I needed, (right down to the son-in-law, who was on his way somewhere else, but had just enough time to swing by and lift that cake). It made me wonder how many times God has worked behind the scenes in advance of my need? Zillions, probably!
I don’t know what you’re going through today. I don’t know what sort of crisis you might be facing. But I feel strongly led to tell you that He’s already working behind the scenes on your behalf. There’s no need to panic. He’s got everything in place. Rest in Him. Trust Him. This morning, as I laid there thinking all of this through, the lyrics to a song came to mind. I began to sing them (albeit silently) as an act of faith. Maybe you need to sing them, too.
I count on one thing
The same God that never fails
Will not fail me now
You won’t fail me now
In the waiting
The same God who’s never late
Is working all things out
You’re working all things out
He is, you know. Even in the waiting. He’s working all things out. He won’t fail you. He never has, and He never will. But while you’re waiting, go ahead and do what the next part of the song says:
Yes I will, lift You high in the lowest valley
Yes I will, bless Your name
Oh, yes I will, sing for joy when my heart is heavy
All my days, oh, yes I will
He’s already working on your behalf, friend!