When God finally fulfills His promises after so long, it's so different from what you expect it to be. He's gonna do it to the last detail of what He said it would be, but completely different from what you'd expect it to be. The Hebrews expected God's salvation from the grip of Pharaoh's hands but never through what happened in Exodus. They never thought the Promised land involved wilderness journeys and armies of giants. The Jews expected a Messiah in the order of David, Warrior-King. They got a carpenter's son, born in a manger, died a criminal, with absolutely zero income. The world wanted proof of God's existence in signs and wonders--God sent His invisible Holy Spirit, who never shouts but only whispers, who never strikes but only touches.
And a young man born in the 21st Century wanted a wife for his own, a girl he'd really like, a girl who really is in love with him, with a Levite lineage, and someone who sees through his heart. God granted his requests finally, but it didn't happen with fanfare and trumpets, neither did it happen in some romantic evening.
It happened with a mistake, a decision for a lifetime.
He pushed both women away--only one came back.
And her name was Hannah Rachel Mia.
Right then and there, God sealed the new chapter with what He told the boy earlier 2009:
"This time, it will not be about what you can do for the LORD. This will be what the LORD has done, is doing and will be doing for you, in you, through you."
The first twenty one years of my life had been about Andrew Caleb. The next years would be about the LORD Jesus Christ, and the fulfillment of His Promises.
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