After much talk of getting together, Michelle and I finally nailed down a date to meet for coffee. Asking her to select the java destination from a plethora of local coffee shops, she suggested Divine Mocha. I was excited! This quaint little spot was once The Little Red Store, a market conveniently located a stone’s throw off the side of the road. Years ago, this was the perfect place for my friends and I to stop and gather refreshments after a long hot day of berry picking. This made me all the more eager to experience its transformation, reminiscing about the good old days while I sipped my cup of tea.
Before meeting with Michelle that afternoon, I had planned to accompany our son Derek to his appointment with a realtor. It was thrilling to think this house was a block away from us, precisely the same street my husband lived on when we were dating. Pulling up to the vacant house to wait for the realtor, Derek and I chatted about the home and other topics,occasionally glancing at the clock from time to time. Thirty minutes later we realized the realtor was not going to make it. Derek and I parted ways,so I could head down the road to meet my friend… processing the disappointment that my son’s meeting never transpired.
Pulling my van into a parking space, I grabbed my purse and made my way inside the charming coffee shop by a creek. Michelle was already there, enthusiastically conversing with Barbara, the delightful Christian owner. By the sounds of it, the two knew each other well, adding to the already homey feel. Upon finishing our warm exchanges and introductions, I established myself up against the counter as rustic wooden planks creaked beneath my feet. Continuing to listen to their engaging conversation, while gazing at the menu, suddenly, my ears perked up to the words “short sale.” As I listened more intentionally, I realized this woman not only sold coffee, she also sold homes. My vision now expanded more fully to see glossy realtor business cards on the counter and her office right behind me. Joy flooded my heart as I became increasingly aware this was not only “Divine Mocha,” it was a Divine Moment. God showed up amidst my swirls of doubt and disappointment, serving me a “Yes and Amen” to His promises. My faith stirred like the pools of Bethesda, realizing He answers prayer in the most unexpected places. Feeling caught off guard by His goodness, even though His proven track record of never failing or forsaking is impeccable. Clamoring at the sheer glory of it all my heart swelled, as God showed up with creative flair, His attention to detail, which usually involves rib ticking humor. Hello! He is the Creator of the universe. Luck and coincidence are not even worthy opponents to God’s grand outpouring of blessing and favor. A simple commitment to meet a friend turned into the best visit to a coffee shop ever.
As I drove home, Barbara continued to run her cozy shop, pouring heavenly mocha’s and making delicious sandwiches, while her son Tim who is also a realtor, met with Derek to show him the home. Once again, a few short hours later, I found myself pulling into that same parking lot, this time to watch our son sign papers for his first home, in a coffee shop of all places!
Lord, what a difference a day can make; now and then, we have the joy of seeing You move on our behalf in less than 24 hours. We rejoice in those rapid replies while we commit to learning to trust you more when we have to wait, knowing you make all things beautiful in your time. You are the God of suddenly’s and the God of slowly’s…whichever brings out the best in us. You care exceedingly more for our character over our comfort. Thank you that your word says “This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.” And that, my friend, is Divine…