However, that is all superfluous, the real reason I have caved to the blogging epidemic has nothing to do with the research papers or impending academic disaster, I am here because Dios me ama (God loves me). Two years ago this week, my amazing mission trainer and I were running from the city center of Malaga, Spain to the baptism of Austin. We were late. We were praying for a taxi or bus or ride, anything that would get us to the church faster than our own two feet. We missed the bus by 15 seconds, the taxis were all headed the opposite direction after a futbol game, and members with a car were all already at the baptism: We ran. As we were running up that last hill, the thought came to my mind that while no transportation had made itself available as we had asked for, my knee which had ached for weeks was completely without pain. While God didn't give us what we asked for he answered our prayers. He was aware of us. That is when I turned to Hna. S and said, "Dios me ama."
In the last weeks and months I have had countless "Aha!" moments where I realize, yet again, that God loves me and is ever aware of me. I have had a car emergency in the last couple of months, namely I didn't have one, really needed one, and couldn't find anybody selling one for even close to what it was worth. I would have been stuck up a creek with out a paddle had it not been for two angels in my life , Uncle W and Aunt M, who loaned me their cars. Three weeks ago as I was driving one of their cars to Eagle Mountain for work, it stopped at a stoplight and wouldn't start, two other angels quickly hopped out of their cars and helped me push it to the side of the road. I prayed. I called Uncle W. The car still wouldn't start. I prayed again, and I decided to check a problem that neither I nor my Uncle thought could be the source of trouble. Did I feel inspired to check? Well, yes and no. Expressions like "I was impressed to" or "I felt like" or "something told me to" are all much to strong to explain what happened. I just got out of the car and checked the emergency fuel shut-off switch. Guess what the problem was? The emergency fuel shut-off switch. I can't say that I was inspired to get out of the car, but was that God's hand in my life? YES! At that moment, I knew that He is aware of me (and my puny car problems) and He loves me.
Thursday, one of my favorite professors was telling us about how she came to be a professor at BYU and again I felt strongly the reality of God's awareness of us all as individuals. Prof. R was born in Korea; she had a hard life. But after 30 years of separation from her brother, the Lord inspired her to find him "because he was in danger". After a long and difficult search, she found the brother that everyone else had forgotten and overlooked: Alone in the world, he was homeless, jobless, and an un-diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic. The morning after she found him, the police picked up corpse after frozen corpse from the street where the homeless frequently slept; had she not found him, that brother would have been another dead body, but because God is aware of us, in His infinite wisdom, He sometimes sees fit to intervene in His time and as He chooses.
I am just ever grateful for His hand in my life. For the amazing family, and friends that I have been blessed with. May I never forget that Dios me ama.
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