When my soul couldn't be calmed again as it yearned for the presence of God, I knew which church I was to attend. I love the place because they interprete the Portuguese language to English and I can understand the message. They would also sing choruses in English that fired up my soul.
Desperate to calm my unyielding soul, I risked attending the church one night with my official driver, but I prayed desperately for God to sort out transportation for me. I didn't want to get into trouble with the office. After the service, I met a member of the church and with 'sign language' communication I tried to find anyone with a car who lived close to my house, but no one was found. Then a brother volunteered to pick me up on Sunday morning and teach me how to take public transport. Difficult as that would be for me due to language differences, I obliged.
On Sunday he showed up early and we set out. The route was not straight at all, with so many twists and stops. Well... God help me. As we got close to church, we had to walk a long distance to cover the last lap of the journey, my God with these high heels?
Just then a Toyota Avanza stopped in front of us and beckoned us to join them. They were heading for the same church and knew the brother. Three sisters and their children and just enough space for us. In the course of the ensuing conversation, they mentioned that they lived close to my place and didn't mind my joining them on Sundays and during the week. Wow!
Wonder God showed up again by divinely connecting people to answer prayers.
Thank you Lord, I am encouraged to pray.
'Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus' Phil 4:6