Let's step back 17 years ago. I was 21 years old and had moved back in with my parents. My boyfriend at the time had moved to a different city and was about an hour away by plane. I really felt that he was the one for me for life but he was very non committal. I felt like my heart was dangling on a string and I began asking God what I should do. Was it worth waiting around for him or should I move on? My heart wanted to wait but another part of me was saying it was a waste of time.
I lay on my bed one afternoon and began talking with God and asking him, in a very conversational manner, about what I should do. Although I was not sleeping and did not have my eyes shut, I saw a picture of us seated together on an airplane. I looked out the window and saw a huge flag. The picture of the flag impressed on me so much that I decided I had better go to the library and see if it actually existed. I found a book of flags and sifted through it until my jaw dropped and I found the flag I had seen. It was the flag of Kuala Lumpur, Selangor, Malaysia. It wasn't just a country flag but a flag within the country. I was so excited because I really felt God was saying to hang around, wait and be patient as he has plans for us together, maybe in Malaysia?
I decided to tell David what had happened and was careful not to make it into a "God has told me we are to get married" ( it is how I felt though). I told him about the vision I had seen and described the flag to him. To my amazement, he had been visiting some new found friends and had noticed a flag on the wall. (I think it was on the wall). He asked where the flag was from and found that she was from Selangor, Malaysia. He new exactly what the flag looked like when I began describing it and had seen it the exact same day that I had the vision. Coincidence?
To jump ahead now, we were married a few months later in 1994. What a great guy he is too. Well worth the wait.
After we had been married for almost a year, we were both sitting in church and an announcement was made that there was going to be some guys going to Bangladesh and India. If anyone wanted to join the team then come along. My heart started pounding with huge thumps, the type of thumps that make you very aware of your heart in an almost uncomfortable way. The first stirrings of India had began.
As we drove home we began to discuss the announcement. I can't remember which of us said first but it appeared that we had both had the same heart pounding reaction. We decided then and there that we would go. For me it was more of a curiosity of a new culture than anything, a bit of an adventure at this stage.
Because we were going as a team, someone else arranged all the tickets for us and we just gave them the money. When we were handed our tickets, I remember opening our little folder of tickets with great excitement but I was not prepared for what I saw. Our first port of call on our way to India: Kuala Lumpur, Selangor, Malaysia. No one can tell me that any of this was a coincidence.
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