By this stage I was getting rather interested in where this was all
heading.
The
date on the piece of cardboard for Easter Sunday was April 15... making ten years and ten
days from April 25... the day after the 'ten weeks and ten days' date of Easter Monday,
April 24.
My
mind was spinning a bit. What did it mean? Why was this happening? What were
all these dates about anyway? Gradually I calmed down and decided to just take it
at face value. It seemed that God was encouraging me to be confident that Easter 2000
really was to be a significant event for me, and that He had been working on something for
quite a few years. This fitted in with a lot of other things He had been showing me,
so I relaxed and enjoyed the experience. Why spoil it with questions?
Looking
at the incident now, I have made a couple of extra observations about those dates. One is
that in 1990, Good Friday must have been Friday the 13th - a classic bad luck day for the
superstitious. But we're not talking superstition here - we're talking
reality. And Good Friday commemorates the day Jesus died on the cross. The sky was
dark for several hours that day and all looked very ominous, but God had plans that we
knew nothing about until He came to give us revelation of what Jesus was achieving in the
spiritual realm by this great act of sacrificial love.
That
reminds me of the way He has worked in my life. Back then, life was very
difficult. A new baby seemed the last thing in the world that I could cope with, and
yet He intervened in my dark and stormy circumstances and spoke about a child
to come (who would be born somewhere around Christmas Day, too, surprise
surprise!) To my way of looking at it, life seemed to have gone from horrendously
difficult, to downright impossible in a moment, when I realised I was going to have a
baby.
This
separate story demands to be told. Bianca-Rose would be very upset if I just left you with
that last comment! Turn the page for a short account of how God changed my point of
view in 10 seconds flat.
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