An "Unplanned" Miracle

             I’ve heard that these types of things happen. They come out of nowhere and then, BAM! It’s there in your face.

            I just never expected it to happen to me.

            Like everyone, I have been questioning what I’m suppose to do with my life. I am graduating this year from high school so my head has been going crazy with trying to figure out what my next step in life is to be. Where am I suppose to go to college? What occupation am I suppose to go into? But most importantly, what does God want to do with my life?

            Of course I decided that I should just ask myself what God wants me to do instead of asking, well, him. So, like the pathetic human that I am, I’ve been trying to decipher made up hints and codes that will tell me what the future holds.

            I have figured out some things.

            I’ve learned that I am in love with traveling, art, and youth. I want to travel the world and see different cultures. How am I suppose to help change the world when I am ignorant about the world? Dare 2 Share taught me that I need to respect what other people believe in before I can tell them where my faith lies. Another reason why I want to travel is because, hello, have you seen how beautiful the world is? Just look at the Rocky Mountains! I know that there is so much more out there. And I don’t want to miss it.

            I’m not Picasso. I’m not a genius. I’m not naturally gifted in one area. The only thing that I am talented at is being passionately addicted to something. Take coloring in coloring books. Talk about a hobby. Yes, it’s a tad bit embarrassing but when I’m stressed out or just plain bored, I take out my Justice League coloring book and start on page one and work on up. That’s just one thing that I had grown addicted too. Reba is another one. I wanted to get my mom a gift for her birthday this year so I went to Target and bought her season one and two of Reba (one of her favorite shows). I never had an interest for the show, but nevertheless I watched it with her. Bad move. I stole the seasons, bought three and four, and watched all of them in a course of a week. What’s wrong with me? I don’t know.

            Rants are another thing I’m addicted to by the way.

            What I’m trying to say is that I love art. How the previous paragraph explained that I don’t know, just go with it. One of the sections that I have been practicing is photography. I’m addicted to it. I like going places and snapping landscapes and strangers- I think they’re funny. I have never taken a class and the most that I have done is shadow Heather Lilly, who is a fabulous photographer. But that’s it! I just take a camera and snap away and pray to God that some of the pictures will be great so I can print them black and white and hang them in my room.

            I’ve been volunteering for Remix for three years now. I love it. It’s a blessing to watch as the girls that I lead grow into themselves, and the relationship that they have with God. Some of them shock me with what they have been through and I pray that they know that what they’re going through will help shape their lives as well as others in the future. It’s amazing to be on the bleachers cheering them on the in the field of life.

            Another thing wrong with me, I come up with cheesy analogies.

            Well, I’m going to get off of that rant right now before I say something even more awkward. Basically what I’m saying is that I love helping out the youth and guiding them to where God wants them to go.

            But that’s all I have seemed to figure out! What does God want me to do? Last night I was lying in my bed. I remember turning to my left side and closing my eyes. I prayed to God that he would help me figure out what he wants me to do because obviously I can’t figure it out by myself.

            Duh, Devyn.

            So today rolled around and I asked Megan  (another Remix volunteer) if she would like to have coffee with me. She said yes and we decided to meet up at Caribou Coffee.

            I think we were in a corner talking about our lives for about two hours. We talked about a lot of things, most of them I will not discuss because they’re mortifying. I really don’t understand why girls talk about some things, you know? And in public! Why would we talk about boys and drama where other people can eavesdrop? Then they’re going to just think weird things about us. Not like I should care, but I do because I’m flawed.

            Anyways, one of the things that we discussed was YWAM. What Youth With A Mission is, is an organization that holds bases all over the world. Teenagers are the majority demographic that leads in it and what they do is youth outreach. They’re really cool, there are bases all over the world and you can do basically what you’re passionate about. In fact, there’s a base in Colorado that teaches snowboarding. So, while your snowboarding your talking about God with teenagers.

            I was telling Megan how interested I was about it. My friend’s friend was in YWAM in Hawaii teaching people how to surf. I remember discussing with her how I want to do something for God, but I want to travel. She was telling me about her friend and the impact that they had on so many people and how life changing it was for them. I was so excited about it and it seemed like something that God wanted me to do. I really wanted to go to Switzerland.

            Then, I got busy and dropped the whole idea thinking that maybe, it wasn’t for me.

            After the conversation Megan and I were finishing up our coffee. All of the sudden a man glides his way to us. He waited a few seconds before introducing himself. He seemed so shy. “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt your guy’s conversation but I heard you guy’s talking about YWAM and I’m actually a director for them.”

            !!!!!!!!

            Yeah, my jaw dropped.

            How does that happen?!

            He sat down and began talking about how crazy it was. He was in serious concentration behind us working on his sermon that he was working on when he heard us talking about YWAM. “Yeah, I heard that and my head popped up in shock. Are they actually discussing YWAM? I thought to myself.” He smiled at us.

            And all I was thinking was, this is a flippin’ sign! Holy, holy, holy, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh.

            We then had a ten-minute conversation about YWAM and about the training and more details about what they do. Matt just finished up directing the base in Australia. He helped teach surfing there. He also told us about how he left his life and how full filling it was that he did because he knew that he followed God.

            Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, this is a sign!

            And what a coincidence it was too. He so happened to be on his break because he came to Colorado to watch one of his fellow students graduate from college. He was only in town for the weekend and he was speaking at a church on Sunday. So he just so happened to be working on it at the same coffee shop that I was in when I had previously asked God what he wants me to do in my life.

            I got a pretty blunt sign.

It was absolutely… breathtaking. The experience was remarkable. I’ve heard of these stories of people coming up and talking to you when you’re seeking something from God.

            But for it to actually happen to me! And for it to happen less than 24 hours after I prayed for God to show me what I’m suppose to do.

            As I began leaving Matt gave me his email address- incase I had any questions for him. I left the building on an adrenaline rush. It felt like fire was eating everything inside of me. I wanted to jump and dance and scream into the rain.

            I finally asked the right question. I finally asked God what he wanted me to do, instead of asking myself what I need to do.

            And he answered.

            I don’t know when, I don’t know how, and I don’t know where I’m suppose to do this. I only know that I have full faith in God that he will send me where he wants me to go when I join YWAM.

            And I’ll keep on asking what he wants me to do. Because, if I ask that, then I can finally move mountains.