A few weeks ago, I saw an old friend at a first birthday party. We attended high school and college together but hadn’t really seen each other since college graduation. She mentioned that she read my article for Desiring God, where I wrote a little about my grandpa’s journey through Alzheimer’s and to salvation.
Then she lowered her voice a little, “I never told you this, but I had rotations at your grandpa’s skilled nursing facility during my nursing program.” She and another friend from our high school both worked a few months at the facility where my grandpa stayed, but because of privacy laws, she wasn’t sure if she could share that information with me at the time.
“I didn’t realize he was your grandpa until I saw your photo by his bed.” And she shared with me how agitated he was back then, how she tried to help translate for the other nurses since his English was limited, and how she prayed for him.
By then, we both had tears streaming down our cheeks.
She didn’t know until she read my article that he had come to know Christ about a year after she had cared for him. And I never realized God had provided for my grandpa in such an incredible way — a nurse who, unbeknownst to my family or me, joined us in petitioning God for his soul.
In how many more unseen ways did God work in my grandpa’s life back then? Stories I don’t even know about?
And in how many more unseen ways is He working now in the lives of those for whom I am praying but not seeing fruit for yet?
His ways are higher. Unsearchable. Perfect.