Just A Piece Of Wood

On the first day we arrived we were given a tour of the facilities just like all the other students. Well, if you know me, I cannot ignore the little things that need repair. I catch many of them at first glance and immediately try to figure out how to fix them. On the roof of our building are two clothes washers which are covered by a wobbly shed type cover, made of plywood and 2X4’s. The doors were held closed by a bent nail because the structure was not study enough to hold the doors square so the locks would hold. Within 60 seconds I shared with our tour guide (who is in charge of maintenance during the school) how we could just put some ¾” plywood corners of about 8” on each side, cut into a triangle, at each of the front corners and then the doors would close properly and we cold eliminate the nails. I was excited about my idea for repair, but was slightly discouraged in learning, much like every other missions environment, that we didn’t have any wood and if we did, we would have to purchase a whole sheet of plywood, and we also did not have any sawhorses or a square.Very limited!
On the way to town yesterday, I stopped in at the plumbing supply store across the street and purchased a small bolt lock for our bedroom (my second repair project). While I was there I inquired about a square and also about other ideas related to the washer shed repair: what about some 8” corner braces or now much wood would I have to buy and how much would it cost? There was an Indian man in the back listening to my queries to the clerk and he asked, “What about if I give you a piece of lumber?” I told him the details that I needed approx. an 8” piece cut into triangles. He wanted me to go with him across town with him and he would have the wood cut for me. What do you think I was thinking? Who is this man? What does he want? Will my family ever see me again? Will they be able to find my body? And on and on! I told him I had to be back for supper in 30 minutes and he said we’d better hurry and get in the car if we were to be back in time for me. I gave myself and my protection to God and jumped in the car. Right now you are trying to remind me that my protection was already in God’s hands and I know that, but sometimes you just need to try to recommit God to His job. Within 30 seconds of driving off the man told me he was the owner of the plumbing supply business and he had a lumber yard across town. He has 5 branches and he supplies plumbing material to the government of Fiji. He is a very successful self-made entrepreneur and just wanted to be a good neighbor and offer help to me. He knows the director here very well, and our base has purchased much from him and his company. How big is our God? The man hurried me across Lautoka to his lumber yard and promptly directed one of his men to find me a one inch piece of lumber (it was a little over 7” wide and I thought that would be plenty wide enough) which he asked for my approval. He then had the man plane it and then cut me two 7 ¼” triangles and we hurried off to get me back home in time for supper. The man showed me every part of his operation at the lumber yard and also at the supply house when we returned. I now have the wooden braces for our washer shed, but more importantly, I have a friend named Sarwan across the street with a lot of connections in Fiji. In time, I will be able to discuss eternal topics with him. Thank you, God for your providence