For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Jeremiah 29:11 (KJV)
After discovering and watching The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency quite by accident on Netflix – I did not have HBO and I had not yet read Alexander McCall Smith’s novels – I dreamed about being in this African nation. For me this meant perhaps a vacation for a couple of weeks – at best.
I mentioned – more like declared – my desire to go to Botswana to my daughters who humored their mother’s current infatuation, as only daughters can.
I began checking flights and plotting just how I would be able to finance such a trip with or without a travel buddy. Over the course of the next few months, reality set in and I accepted that while it was good for me to dream, it was better for me to settle into reality and get about the business of being where I was. So, Botswana became a pleasant but distant thought.
In a message thread – on facebook – to one of my friends on May 14, 2010, I made the following comments: “I would love to experience Botswana. Perhaps some day.”
In March 2011 faced with twenty (20) possibilities, my husband received an assignment to Botswana. I would be moving to Botswana! My daughter reminded me that a couple of years prior I had said that I wanted to live in Botswana. She wondered aloud why I was surprised that this assignment had been given to us.
I have learned that GOD seldom yells HIS plans for us but speaks to us in the voice of a loving caring Father. And, sometimes He speaks to us through people or other methods. In the Old Testament He spoke through a donkey (Numbers 22:28). In the New Testament Jesus promised that if His disciples kept silent stones would cry out (Luke 19:40). I feel that GOD gently planted in my heart what was to come through The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency drama.
Sure, I would have eventually accepted going to Africa and more specifically Botswana, but having been introduced to this unfamiliar country and being open to moving there, I credit to the work and gentle nudging of a loving GOD, my FATHER who knew “the plans” He had for me before I did.
My daughter was right. Although I had forgotten – if only temporarily – my desire, GOD had not. I am sure that there is more to this opportunity than simply my desire. I am confident that GOD has a bigger plan. For now I am content to know that HE heard me and answered beyond what I had hoped or imagined…or remembered.
This is the beginning of me – “on my African journey” – stay tuned….