I dedicate this post to my dear husband William on the eve of our trip to Gurgaon where we plan to start our new life in India.
It seems we have hooly-ghoulies that try to distract us from enjoying our time in India.
Apart from the dengue now current in Gurgaon, here is a list of what happened on some of our other trips there:-
1994 Black Plague Epidemic in Gujurat caused our Inaugural Missions Trip to be cancelled. While the rest of the team stayed home we got on the plane anyway
2001 9/11 As terror struck America, India and Pakistan pointed missiles at each other and our flight home was grounded
2008 Our beach holiday in Goa was over run by military personnel and reconnaissance planes while the terrorists attacked Mumbai next door
It is my habit to get up early (sometimes even before the birds) to sit still and wait for God to speak with me.
For several long weeks I have been waiting to find out whether Bill is going to get a job in India and whether we will finally get to live there. Bill and I have had a call to India since 1985 and we have tried all sorts of ways of getting to live there. First it was through our own Mission Board who offered us no encouragement, then to a Missionary College who said we weren’t suitable candidates, another organisation questioned how we would meet the needs of our five children, while another was only interested in missions to Papua New Guinea. Throw in three miscarriages and a decade of marital crises and you begin to sense the sorrow and failure we felt. Salt was added to our wounds as we saw our peers seamlessly go to their particular mission field. Have I also mentioned that while I was focused on trying to keep my marriage together our children decided to backslide?
Did God forget Bill and Ginnie Tucker? Was India all in our imagination or are we just a couple of try- hards who don’t know when to quit? OK, so we had some bad times and Bill got to the point where he remarked, “Do you know what India stands for?”
I – I’ll
N – Never
D – Do
I – It
A – Again!
He was adamant and that was at the end of 2008. For three years India was a dirty word around here and I felt nothing short of God forsaken.
By the beginning of 2011 God started tugging at my heart and I see how easy it could have been for me to say, “Back off God, following You only brings suffering – go find another sucker – You ain’t getting another piece of me!” I actually thought that but I can’t stay angry with God. My catch cry through 28 years of following Him has been, like Job, ”though He slay me yet I will hope in Him.” (Job 13:15) Come on dear friends, once you have met the creator of the universe there is nowhere left to hide and after all a dead man has no rights (Gal 2:20) and let’s throw in Isaiah 45:9 about the clay quarreling with the potter about what he is fashioning. God does not lie (Num 23:19) but sometimes His promises can take a long time to come to pass. Joseph had a glorious dream that was not fulfilled until he had spent 17 years in prison. Abraham was promised a son who was born 13 years later and Moses spent 40 years in the wilderness tending sheep before parting the Red Sea.
God is not governed by our puny time frame so wait and wait and never ever let go of any one of His promises!
Have you had to wait a long time for a dream to be fulfilled?
I like pregnancies.
They have a definite start and finish.
Within 40 weeks (give or take a week or two) you are guaranteed of an outcome.
Not so when one is applying for a job overseas.
There is the initial contact, the interview and the promise that, ‘We’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”
This is where the art of waiting kicks in.
”We’ll get back to you as soon as possible” offers no timeframe.
You may hear that a decision will be made next week – don’t believe them!
Nobody is in a hurry to give you an answer, nobody understands what it is like for you to put your life on hold until you know that answer.
I have had to wait for many things in my life and most of them have had a deadline: a date that I can circle on a calendar and know that’s the day I find out the answer.
Right now I want to know whether Bill has got the job in India.
It has been 21 days since he was interviewed and I need to know whether I should be building up my veggie patch or culling all my possessions. Do I renew my registration or sell my car? Will I be here to catch that musical or will I have to forfeit my tickets? What about Christmas??
We started our expat life when Bill was offered a job in Indonesia back in 1995. It took the foreign client three months to make up their mind and when they did they wanted Bill there within the week.
For three months we had fantasised about life in Indonesia but all we could say to our family and friends was that we might be moving there. Eventually, I was left behind to pull three children out of school, pack the house and deal with all the stress that involves but living in Indonesia was worth the wait.
Life has a way of teaching us how to wait: we wait our turn, wait in queues, wait in the waiting room, wait for our spouse, wait to be served and wait to find out.
The art of waiting is to keep on living the day to day stuff. Get out of bed, get dressed and get on with the day at hand.