God sends His children love notes of assurance and encouragement all the time. You might be thinking, “What’s a love note?” so I had a few of my closest friends define it in their own words:
”Things that happen in your life that relate to something you’ve been praying/thinking about and are too much of a coincidence to just be a coincidence.”
“Little, intentional, and beautiful notes that reveal how good and present God is in your life!”
”Something that God makes happen in your life to remind you that He’s still with & for you”
”Something you’ve been praying for and you see how God has delivered!”
My definition of love notes is spot on to the first definition up above. It’s when you’ve been praying, thinking, worrying, or dwelling on something and God gives you a big hug reminding you that He is right there beside you. The hug can be a bible verse you had just read and now it’s popping up everywhere, it can be through a person praying over your exact situation without even knowing what was going on in your life, it can be God speaking to you through a dream; the list goes on and on. It’s a God-incidence; too intentional to simply be a coincidence. Before He created the heavens and the earth, He knew every love note He would send your way. How COOL is that? Last week, God used Isaiah 40, mainly Isaiah 40:28-31, to send me major confirmation over something I’m doing this Spring.
I believe it was 2013 when my church announced they were hosting a trip to Israel. I remember having a huge desire to go, as I pictured the stories of the Bible literally coming to life as I stood in the exact same spots as Jesus. At the time, I was thirteen years old and definitely couldn’t fly across the world alone. I was also on twelve to fourteen pills a day, could not be in direct sunlight, and was barely able to walk at the same pace as my dad. Physically, the trip would’ve been way too strenuous. Fast forward a few years to a new church, my pastor announced they were going to Israel in May of 2018. I was so excited and immediately told three of my closest friends that we were all going. My parents were totally on board with this being my senior trip, however their concern was my physical health. My friends weren’t able to go, so I would’ve gone all alone. I prayed over the trip and God knew my desire to go. The door was open, but I didn’t know if God was opening it or if I was pushing it to be open. I made the decision to not pursue the trip and blamed that it would be too physically draining. A couple months later, I found out that my youth pastor and his wife were going. I remember feeling like that would be a great opportunity to go because I would be with two people I’m very close and comfortable with, and who understand my physical ailments. Then, once again, I decided not to go because of my health. I was scared I would get sick, and have no parent near me to help. If you haven’t gotten the gist yet, I really was not in much prayer over this. Number one tip in life- pray about it. Anyway, one of my closest friends told me he was going, which made me so excited because I would have a friend to hang out with! Then, my best friend and her brother decided to go too. I would be in the holy land with three of my best friends… that’s pretty lit. Again and again, I blamed my autoimmune disease for inhibiting my ability to travel. Even my friends were telling me that it would be too tiring and too draining to go. I never got peace over not going, but was waiting until the deadline had past so that I had no choice but not to go. Sunday, March 4th, my pastor said there was one more ticket and if someone wanted it, to track him down after service. I legit wanted to raise my hand in the sanctuary and claim that ticket. Obviously I didn’t do that, and reminded myself that I was incapable of being so active for 11 consecutive days. I was sad but also glad because I felt like I needed to know that door was closed. Then, Wednesday, March 7th, I was at dinner with my youth pastor and friends. He and my friend Shekinah, who’s going on the trip, were talking about Israel. He looked over to me and said, “You should come.” I brought up the deadline like three times and he kept saying it didn’t matter and I could still come. I had no excuse not to go, the deadline did not apply to me. At this point, I realized that if God wanted me to go, He was going to provide physically. Both of my parents said yes, but my dad and my friend were still concerned over the physical aspect. I prayed about it that night and for some reason I decided to read Isaiah 40. I’m currently going through Genesis, so reading Isaiah 40 was pretty random. The chapter highlights the vastness of God and His wisdom, but the final verses are what really spoke to me:
“Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might He increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”
This was my love note! God totally confirmed that He is my strength, and I was meant to go on this trip trusting in His provision. I was going to wait until Sunday to tell my pastor that I was going because I wanted to take those few days to really pray over the trip. I talked to my friends mom who is one of the wisest and kindest souls you’ll ever come across, and through the Holy Spirit, she totally opened my eyes to just how evident God was making it that He opened the door for me to go to Israel. This all happened Thursday and I prayed for God to just shut the opportunity straight down if it wasn’t His will. I ended up telling my pastor that night, thinking I’d automatically be able to go. It turned out that he had to double check with the coordinator to make sure there was still room. I told him that that was great because if there wasn’t room, it ultimately wasn’t God’s will for me to go, and if there was, then it was His will! That whole night, I didn’t gotten a response from the coordinator. I couldn’t sleep because of how overjoyed I was. I was talking to God and telling Him that I’m so content and satisfied in Him and if He closes the door or opens it for Israel, I know either decision is from Him and how happy I would be with either. I woke up on Friday with a text from the coordinator saying that she was going out of town Saturday and that the tour’s deadline was Monday. I had to fast track my registration form, passport, and check so it would reach the company by Monday! Had I waited to tell my pastor until Sunday, it would’ve been too late. Talk about divine timing.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10 says:
“But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
Alone, I would never be able to go across the globe, traveling on buses and waking up at 6 am every morning. God goes before me, He’s lifting me up with His righteous right hand, He’s singing over me, never ever leaves me nor forsakes me. I know this trip is going to have so many blessings, so many love notes, and so much joy and strength from the Lord. And lots of mediterranean food (my favorite cuisine!), so stay tuned. To God be the glory.