Two years ago, I sat around a crowded table with family and close friends eating brunch and guessing where I would be placed for my DCE internship later that afternoon. Wisconsin? Indiana? The farthest guess was New York, but everyone seemed to think I’d most definitely be a car trip away. In the car after brunch, I jokingly asked my dad, “How will we get my stuff to Hawaii if I’m place there?” He calmly said, “Oh, we’d just get a POD, I guess.” As we finished getting ready for the service, my friends joked, “Kayla, if you get placed in Hawaii we’re going to be too broke to visit.”
Then, the moment of truth arrived. I was the last DCE intern called-up to the front. From previous experience, I knew that as the final placement there could possibly be some shock factor regarding where I’d be going, but Washington State, the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and Maryland had already been called.
Soon began a description of my time in Vietnam and my adaptability to living in other cultures. My thoughts went to a new life in Birmingham or a small town in Mississippi, but then I heard “Aiea,” a place with no consonants in its name followed by Hawaii. The shock was real, and I couldn’t help but ask, “God, why are you sending me to Hawaii?”
Somehow, now, it’s been two years since I first asked that question. He’s still answering. Today, He answered in simple ways. That’s often the case and often too all I need.
“So you can help overflow two carts at Costco for the Easter breakfast.”
“So you can hear the snap of the paddle as you round kick your way down the mat at kickboxing class.”
“So you can admire the clouds over the mountains and the moon shining through them.”
“So you can get excited about VBX registrations.”
The reasons of yesterday, and today, and tomorrow surely contrast, but everyday this truth remains.
“So you can know and be love.”
and if there’s question, both those friends have visited