path from here to there… perhaps a view from a window, hand is holding the curtain back for us to peer out onto that path.
As I continue to understand the significance of what has been happening in my life, I feel the need to document the steps.
Its been a very personal journey. And from time to time as I speak about it, describing where we are at right now, and how we got here, I see God’s loving, gentle hand.
We can go back as far as Central Pentecostal Bible College. My engagement to Lori Wiebe, and my life’s calling.
Lets do the math. I graduated in 1983, and was married that summer, on August 20, 1983. The school year was necessarily the time line that I observed. I graduated from high school in Winnipeg June 1982. And attended my first year of a Bachelor of Arts degree at Central Pentecostal College from September 1982 to April 1983. When I left for College, I was already engaged to be married to Lori, and the plan was to marry in August, and return to complete my college.
Did God have other plans?
Her parents fought this happening. They’re accusation was that I was “using” their daughter to supply my needs. Essentially, to pay for my bible college. She was at this point a Registered Nurse. Their doing. She wanted to be a teacher, they pushed their agenda on her, and she dropped her dream of being a teacher, and went to Nursing School.
remember the time where Lori scoffed at the idea that God would provide, and stated that her job would provide for us. A sudden realization occurred where I knew that she would learn how NOT SO, that was.
This ran counter to what God was going for real in my life, though. There’s the story of the trip to Zellers’ Restaurant with my father-in-law during the winter break. But there is also the dream I had in Minnesota, while on a trip to go see a lovely woman of God and her husband. Lori and I had both gone there. In the dream this lady said to me, “don’t worry, Laurence, God will provide…” and then there was a stream of awareness… not events that I can recall, but the awareness of need, and God supplying, over and over again. When I woke up, it was much like most other dreams. I barely remembered even having it. But as we sat at her kitchen table, and she was cooking us breakfast, she said those same words, “Don’t worry, Laurence, God will provide.” Resulting in the whole dream replaying in my mind. God had promised me, through this rush of truth, that he would supply all my needs. A Rema word…
Biblical hold my beer, 14 The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Running Down Vimy 