Meet Me at Tiffany's

It was two years ago when I was on an out-of-town trip. She was a friend of a friend. We met only for a few hours, just enough to exchange small pieces of our life stories. She was in a season of waiting. I was in a season of healing. The encounter was brief but enough to mark my heart. I felt like meeting an angel.

That night I received sweet messages from the new friend. She mentioned how she just couldn’t shake my story off her head so she decided to go through my life on Instagram and the blog. I felt honored. It was easy for her to relate to my stories as she was personally going through the deep valley at that moment. We ended up texting back and forth and ended the conversation by her telling me that she will be delivering something for me the next day.

Her busy schedule did not allow her to see me personally the next day, so she asked someone to deliver the gift. As I opened the box, I just couldn’t believe my eyes. I saw a little pouch sitting pretty in a box. The shade of the pouch looked familiar, the brand looked too familiar.

Just two nights prior to this historical trip, some friends and I threw a bridal shower to a girlfriend whose wedding was two weeks away. In that intimate shower, we picked the theme of “Tiffany”. Imagine a table of girlfriends with tiffany blue table setting and arrangement, tiffany blue decor, and three-tier cake that looked like tiffany boxes stacked together. So tiffany-beautiful. 
I remembered clearly how busy we were arranging that table and as the final touch before the surprise shower started, I straightened the beautiful cake and deeply whispered “I never had a piece of Tiffany before”. Then the bride-to-be arrived and off we dove into a fun bridal shower. 

So, when I saw a Tiffany & Co pouch in that box, I knew it was God!
With tears in my eyes and a big smile, I said “Papa, you’re too funny!”

The delivery from Heaven to Earth took approximately two days. 

From a silly and quiet wish that no human’s ears have ever heard to holding my first ever Tiffany. It was like getting a visit from a fairy godmother when she asked "what would you like my dear? just say it and it will be on your hand". But it was more than a cinderella story. It was my Papa God!

That day was two years ago. He knew I needed some sort of assurance that He hears. He knew that for the next two years I needed to remember it over and over again about how both big audacious requests and little whispers matter to Him.

Maybe your experience is different than mine.
Maybe yours is finding a little parking spot on a crowded sunday afternoon
or getting a very good deal on groceries when you are at a very tight budget
or hearing your favorite song played on the radio just when you think about it
or getting an unexpected hug from your two-year-old when no one knows how broken you are
or receiving an encouraging text message from a long lost friend just when you feel so alone.

And whatever it is, my friends, I urge you to continue encouraging your soul with those memories. Remind yourself how much He would go high and low just to tell you how much He loves you and how far He cares for you. Friends, you are precious to Him, regardless the hurricane in your life, God knows what’s going on with you and He is making a way for you. So, don’t let your tiny faith go.

For your Father knows 

exactly what you need 

even before you ask him! 

Matthew 6:8 

Friends, if He was willing to meet me at the Tiffany’s, He must be more than willing to meet you wherever you are.



For His Glory,
Felecia

PS: To my Heaven-sent friend, I am grateful for the day God brought us together. You are a gift to me. Your "yes" to Papa God has impacted my faith big time. I am who I am today is because of God and your "yes". 

You Are

this is YOU and fear has no place in you

#youaremadeasfearless

It Might be Him

It was early in the morning, a few days after his passing. I couldn't fall back to sleep so I decided to get up from the bed. My only goal that day was to come up with a list of songs for the funeral. That was my only assignment, the others were being taken care of by our beloved friends and families.

If you ever knew my late husband Denny, you could easily said that he was an idealist, the kind of person who would plan ahead of time, who enjoyed well-arranged events. And as someone who loved to sing and lead worship almost half of his life, I knew how picky he would be with songs selections. So, the pressure was on, I wanted to prepare his last event on earth perfectly. But my mind was too shattered to remember a single gospel song of his favorites and my heart was too broken to retrieve any memory.

I was sitting at the corner of my bedroom with my eyes closed. Planning a funeral for my husband was never written in my wish list, not in my young age. My phone suddenly buzzed. Who would’ve called this early? I didn’t recognize the number, an overseas number. It was not in my contact and it started with +62. I knew it was from Indonesia. I usually would press the red button but that morning my finger wasn’t following my head. I swept right and said hello…

hello ….
hello ….

No voice just loud noises

Just as I was about to hang up I heard a familiar tune. I tried to quiet my mind to listen to the noise. It sounded like a service and people were singing. Somehow the noises calmed my raging heart, so I kept listening. The song soon ended and I heard someone talked. I tried to catch some words but wasn't really able to understand. Right after, they continued with a song and suddenly I burst into tears. It was one of Denny’s favorite song. The song that he always ran to whenever he needs strength. I cried and whispered “Thank you, Daddy God, for remembering me, for showing me the way, for sending me a song from Heaven” I sat there, singing and sobbing until the song ended and so did the phone call.

"God Is The Strength Of My Heart"
by Don Moen

Whom have I in heaven but You
There is nothing on earth I desire beside You
My heart and my strength many times they fail
But there is one truth that always will prevail

God is the strength of my heart
God is the strength of my heart
God is the strength of my heart
And my portion forever
Forever

Up to this day, I never knew who the mysterious caller was. All I knew was that God called me to give me a song in time that I needed it the most.

The song was sang during the funeral. The song was a confession of my faith. The song was a prophecy. The song set a pathway for me to walk on even when the journey was dark and clouded with pain. God is indeed my strength and my portion forever.

Friends, be very certain that God knows exactly what is going on with your life. He knows every struggle. He knows how broken your heart is. He know how clouded your mind is. He knows how messy your days are. He knows how hopeless you are. He knows every tear, every disappointment, every pain, every heartache, everything.

As David says in Psalm,
Even when I walk 
through the darkest valley, 
I will not be afraid, 
For You are close beside me.
Your rod and your staff
protect and comfort me.

I pray that you will be aware of His presence in your life, even in the moments of desperation. There are things about Him we can only get to know in times of weakness. He is a Father who never leaves us. He is a Father who remembers. Hold on to your faith and don't be surprised to receive a call from an unknown number because who knows it might be Him.

For His Glory,
Felecia