As some of you who know me in person might know, at the beginning of August I had a bike accident, got pretty hurt, and needed a brain surgery. While I don’t remember the accident itself (thankfully), the whole process afterwards has been a very interesting experience. Maybe at some point in the near future I can share more about that if you’re interested, but for now I want to write the last thing I had planned to share before the accident.
The idea came to me when I was still in Armenia this summer. My family and I had gone to a resort near Lake Sevan that I have gone to every summer since I was little, on church camps and family vacations. My mom, Daniel, and I had just gone for a swim and were lying in the sun, and I was running my fingers through the gravel beach when I remembered a special incident from my childhood.
I don’t remember how old I was, but I was young enough to be terrified when I lost the key to our cabin. The fear of how the adults would react was perhaps the first thing on my mind, but I dreaded how much trouble I would have caused the friendly owners. The resort was old and shabby and, if I remember correctly, there were no spare keys. Aside from the extra expense, I was worried about how everyone in my cabin would manage without access to our things until another key was made.
I looked everywhere for the key—starting from the possible places I could have dropped it to all the impossible places. After a while, I admitted my clumsiness to others and was joined in the search, but we couldn’t find it in the wide area.
Eventually, I walked to the beach and dropped myself on the ground, hiding my head between my knees. I don’t know how long I sat there before it occurred to me that I could ask my Heavenly Papa to help. Surely, He knew exactly where the key was! As soon as I finished praying, I mindlessly brushed my hand across the sand and, to my disbelief, saw glimpses of what looked like a key, barely distinguished in color from the gravel. I pulled it out and ran towards my cabin. Was it possible that it was the very key I was looking for? I put the key into the hole, turned it, and the door opened.
Sometimes I wonder why every prayer isn’t answered in this way. Why, when God could grant me any wish with a flick of His finger, He so often seems to leave my prayers unanswered. But then I wonder if what He really wants is for me to get to a place where He is far more important to me than the things He can give me; where even in times of loneliness, accidents, and wars, as little as I understand of the world and why some things need to happen, I can trust in the goodness of the one who helped me find the key that day.
Beautiful story written by a beautiful person. Thank you for sharing it, my dear Christina 🤗💕
Such deep reflections, annd so beautifully written, lovely Christina❣️I can’t wait (but of course I can) for your thoughts on all that has happened to you lately. I’m sure something profoundly wonderful will imerge. May you know Papa’s lovingly protective arms around you as you are recuperating💞
Gud är förunderligt i sin kärlek!
Så bra att du är på bättringsvägen igen efter olyckan. Ha det gott!
Glad to see a post from you. ❤️Thanks for sharing and for the spark of light!
Dear Christina,I am very happy to read your writing,it is definitely one of my favourites!
I loved the part that you have written:
“Sometimes I wonder why every prayer isn’t answered in this way. Why, when God could grant me any wish with a flick of His finger, He so often seems to leave my prayers unanswered.”
I had similar question in my head and thought to share it with you.
When I was studying at university back in Armenia,for almost 6 years I had this question in mind also.that why if God could help me so easily, I still had lots of struggles or why I am even in this university or in this field..
I never understood why up untill the last days in Armenia where I was at your place in Armenia(the last time we met in 2020,before I leave)that suddenly it clicked on my head!
I don’t know how or why I had this thought all of a sudden but there I had the answer!
It was as if all those hard days and sleepless night flashed like a movie in my head and I heard God saying:”for you to get closer to me!”
I finally had the answer after 6 years!
When I looked back ,the person I was when I came to Armenia around September or October 2014 and the person I had become when I was leaving in 2020,I had become so much more closer to God and it was in Armenia where I found Jesus and fell in love with him and all those struggles just gave a chance to me to see how Gods work is full of miracles and love.
My dear Christina,I hope and I pray that you find God’s work and his answer or the path he has in mind for you after these recent events soon and I can’t wait to hear what you feel and think about it!❤️
I am so happy you are back to writing,can’t wait to read more of your writings.
Sending you lots of love and hugs,
Shiva
Wonderfull to read
So tankfull to God that you are home again Christina ❤️ And i hope we can meet soon
Kram 🤗 Nanne
So nice to hear from you about the goodness of God dear Christina. Miss you.🥰