“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” (Jeremiah 29:13)
“Sara, I’ve been looking for you!”
So came the cry that changed my life, uttered by my husband David in October 2022.
It was my last day serving with Samaritan’s Purse in Fort Myers, Florida, following Hurricane Ian. I had spent the previous 6 days helping homeowners gut their storm-ravaged homes – removing personal belongings, floodwater-soaked insulation, clothing, appliances, and even rotten food from refrigerators. Our labor of love helped hurting individuals see their way forward, so contractors could begin rebuilding their houses. More importantly, our prayers and compassion brought the love of Christ to everyone we helped.
Debris piles lined the streets in front of Ft Myers’ homes after Hurricane Ian decimated the community.
On my last day, as we returned to our church base camp, David asked our disaster response team to sign his Samaritan’s Purse Bible before we all went our separate ways. I was excited to do so, but disappointed that I didn’t get to say goodbye to him, as he disappeared while I was writing. After handing off David’s copy of God’s Word to another team member, I reentered the building to gather my belongings and load my car for the journey home.
David’s Samaritan’s Purse Bible, annotated by me to him, to commemorate our time serving together after Hurricane Ian.
Before leaving, I decided to change out of my dirty work clothes before hitting the road. Upon reentering the bathroom, I spotted my first miracle. There, on a bench outside the shower stall, sat the handcrafted toiletry bag my sister had made me. Had I not returned to change, I never would have seen it, nor would I have known it was missing until days later. In fact, I might never have found it again.
My reflections topped the page of David’s Bible as I was the first one to sign it.
Leaving the restrooms, I should have turned left to the parking lot and headed home.
Instead, I believe God’s angels turned me right so I would exit the building the wrong way. What makes me say so? Because it was there, outside the back of the church, in an area I had no purpose in visiting, that I heard David’s call: “Sara, I’ve been looking for you!”
As David and I smiled at one another across the campus, I waved, and he came rushing over to hug me. After doing so, he asked if he could stop by my house on his way home to Virginia – thereby forever altering my life. Had I not gone back into the building, had I not turned right instead of left after doing so, had I not gone out of a door I had no reason to exit, I might never have seen David again.
But that’s not what God wanted, for both of us.
The rest is, as they say, “history.”
So it is with God’s pursuit of all of us. From before we were born, our Heavenly Father has pursued our hearts. He longs for us to find Him and call Him Lord. Our free will allows us to pursue our own selfishness or God’s grace. The choice is always ours. He is always ready for us to walk into His open arms, to turn the corner, and pursue His faithfulness.
“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” (Matthew 6:33)
“I love those who love Me, and those who seek Me diligently find Me.” (Proverbs 8:17)
“But from there you will seek the Lord your God and you will find Him, if you search after Him with all your heart and with all your soul.” (Deuteronomy 4:29)
“Seek the Lord and His strength; seek His presence continually!” (1 Chronicles 16:11)
“And without faith it is impossible to please Him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that He exists and that He rewards those who seek Him.” (Hebrews 11:6)
“Seek the Lord while He may be found; call upon Him while He is near.” (Isaiah 55:6)
Just as David was looking for me, I was looking for Him – without even knowing it. He was the other half of my heart that I never thought I’d find, the happiness I never thought I’d experience. We found unspeakable joy when we found each other.
So it is for all of us when we surrender to our Savior. We can only find what has been missing in our lives, the happiness beyond comprehension, the fulfillment of all that we’ve been seeking, if we invite Christ into our hearts. More than a soulmate, Jesus Christ is our soul’s eternal Savior. He’s the only one who can give us eternal life and fulfillment beyond comparison if we will turn our hearts, minds, and souls over to Him.
“I’ve been looking for you,” says God. Turn right and walk into His waiting arms. Let the angels guide you to eternal life in Christ Jesus. Surrender and be made whole. You might never find Him if you don’t seek Him. Your Heavenly Father has been waiting for you.
In their hearts, humans plan their course, but the LORD establishes their steps. (Proverbs 16:9)
Being chosen is one thing. Being selected after initially rejecting, auditioning three times, and then praying for validation with absolute certainty by God is quite another feeling entirely. Please allow me to explain what I mean.
I closed my laptop for the last time at my former job a few days ago. It still hasn’t fully hit me yet, but my life is about to change dramatically with my new employer. I was recruited for this job through an executive search company. While I will still be an executive assistant, this role is entirely different because of the corporate structure, mission, and my executive’s background. My new company is small, based out of the United Kingdom, and wholly funded by a billionaire hedge fund manager the British government knighted for his philanthropic work.
If that’s not impressive enough, the executive I will support was voted as one of Fortune magazine’s “World’s 50 Greatest Leaders” – alongside Prince Harry and Meghan Markle as well as Bill and Melinda Gates in the same year. In addition to her charitable work, serving as CEO of an organization that worked to end five of the world’s Neglected Tropical Diseases (NTDs) – ultimately administering over 700 million NTD treatments – she led international programs for Operation Smile and disaster response for International Medical Corps. With service in over 70 different countries, board service to groups such as the World Economic Forum’s Global Health Security Advisory Board, and ultimately writing a book whose forward was written by Bill Gates, there can be no question as to the extraordinary work accomplished by the woman who chose me to assist her.
How on earth did I get here? How did this role ever come to find little old me? I can only answer, “It had to be God.” I make that statement with absolute assurance. It has nothing to do with me.
For starters, I initially turned down the role after being asked to apply. While that may sound shocking, my rationale was solidly founded. First and foremost, I wasn’t sure my faith could support the prospective company I was being asked to work for.
My faith means everything to me. After my initial research into the philanthropic organization, I said, “Thanks, but no thanks,” to the recruiter – citing pay as my rationale. The salary threshold being close to my former position’s, it was simple to decline the role with that excuse.
When the recruiter reached out again – a whole week later – assuring me that the employer could go higher, I talked to David. My initial rejection was due to my faith, but that was before a small voice inside me said there may be a godly reason why you should be there. I couldn’t discount that thought.
Countless times in my past, I have felt strongly that my Heavenly Father put me in a position to be His light in a dark place. How could I so quickly turn a similar situation down? Those thoughts filled my head even before the recruiter reached out again. “I need to apply,” I told David. “God is in control. Let’s see what happens.”
What occurred next blew my mind. After submitting my application and writing sample (required in this role), I interviewed with the third-party recruiter. I was asked to meet with the search committee for a second interview one week later. Still unsure of how I felt about the role, I nevertheless wanted to do my best.
Unfortunately, my tech wouldn’t work on the interview day, and my test Zoom call with David, who was in VA Beach then, was a complete failure. “I can’t hear anything you’re saying on the call,” David said. Try as I might, my speakers wouldn’t connect.
Minutes before the interview, I told David I needed to pray.
“You’re in control, Lord Jesus,” I said. “I’m afraid I will look like an absolute fool, but I’m giving this all to you. Please help this work out if it is Your will. Your words. My lips.”
Upon connecting, the hiring manager confirmed my fears. “I can’t hear you,” Helen (name changed) said. Praying silently and frantically again, I clicked something on my computer, and miraculously, everything was perfect. I can’t even be sure what I did. The action must have emanated from God.
Forty-five minutes into the interview, Helen noted that I’d mentioned having “a strong faith” in response to how I handle stress. I further discussed my mission trip to Nicaragua after Helen talked about witnessing global poverty – something I confirmed having also seen first-hand and been affected by.
“You mentioned your faith several times,” Helen noted. “I’m curious about your spiritual journey. You know this is a non-denominational position. Tell me about your faith and how you’d handle working with others whose own path might be very different than your own.”
“I’m a Christian,” I immediately responded. “My faith governs every aspect of my life. It’s who I am and the biggest part of my character. That being said, I completely respect the fact that everyone has to make their own spiritual journey. I will never judge anyone whose experience is different from my own.”
After the interview ended -15 minutes later than initially intended – I called David and my brother to explain what happened during the call. “I’ve never been asked about my faith in an interview before,” I gushed. “No matter what happens, I feel incredibly blessed that God allowed me to testify to what I believe in. God opened my microphone, yes, but He also gave me the voice to say, ‘I’m a Christian’ in profound way.”
A week later, the hiring manager herself called to connect with me again – this time asking me to fly to meet over Labor Day, requesting an entire day to show me around their Center and spend more time with me in in-person. After working out the specifics, my ticket and overnight accommodations were purchased, and my trip was ready to begin.
Despite the devil doing everything to keep me away – including a delayed flight, a missed connection, a canceled flight, and the inability to get an Uber from the airport after midnight – I slept a few hours. I met Helen and a few of her “guests” a short time later for breakfast.
Conversations over the breakfast table left me questioning anew whether this job was right for me.
The on-site events further solidified the same musings. Over the course of the day, I heard about the “Sound Ceremony” the group celebrated the evening before, witnessed an indigenous guest stand in the mud that was “calling him,” and learned that another guest was an astrologer who frequently gave readings to those whose events she participated in.
“These people are worshiping creation,” I later told David. “I worship the Creator. I don’t know if this could ever be right.”
The 500 acres my new employer owns in North Carolina are a testament to the beauty of God’s creation.
For this reason, I told Helen I needed some time to talk to my husband before I could accept the job offer she graciously extended to me at the end of the day. “We wouldn’t have brought you here if we didn’t think you were the one we wanted in this role,” she told me. “I think you’d be perfect for it.”
I couldn’t yet say the same, and Helen was visibly stunned by my admission. I just wasn’t sure and needed to pray.
Later that evening, after talking to David, I began earnestly petitioning God.
“Lord,” I began, “I don’t know what to do. How can this be right for me? I love Helen’s heart already, and the offer is so generous – but how can I do this?”
It was then that the thought came to me, “Tell Helen how you feel.”
I had been transparent throughout every interaction I’d had to that point – even telling Helen about my past abusive relationships, something that shocked me after my admission. Instead of being horrified at my faux pax, Helen told me she was proud of me and said she knew I would use my past to help others in the future. I had been entirely candid with Helen and knew the same thing was required regarding my faith. I needed to explain my thoughts – no matter what happened.
Hard hats were required as I visited a building under construction during my all-day interview.
On the way home the next day, I reached out to one of the chaplains I’d bonded with during my first Samaritan’s Purse work. After explaining the situation and my proposed response, my friend promised to pray that I would have clear guidance regarding what I should do and say.
Following my discussion with David upon my return to VA Beach, I asked Helen if I could talk to her the following day to clarify an important matter. We made plans to speak the next morning.
When Helen and I spoke the following day, I explained how an activity we’d shared on-site had affected me. Two days prior, Helen and another guest had laid flowers on and around a statue I didn’t recognize. The act made me pause, step back, and pray.
“Forgive me, Jesus,” I silently petitioned. “I can’t do that. That’s not right.” After learning that the statue was of a Buddhist goddess, I knew my instincts were correct. I needed to explain the same to Helen.
I picked flowers and vegetables from one of the gardens I visited on my site tour.
“In the garden,” I began, “I didn’t know anything about Quan Yin. but I knew in my heart that I couldn’t do what you were doing. Before we go further, I need to explain there are lines I can’t cross. In Christianity, I can’t offer any worship, adoration, or token to anything other than God the Father, Jesus Christ the Son, and the Holy Spirit. That’s sacred to me. I can’t cross that line.”
“I fully respect that,” Helen said. “In fact, I’ve been thinking we need a Christian on staff to help us in decision making. We may actually take that statue out as I don’t think we should have any icons of any type if we’re going to be non-denominational. If you’d like to” she continued, “I can connect you with someone who may speak your language better than I can.”
After agreeing, Helen introduced me to Mark, co-founder and CEO of Mana Nutrition, an organization that creates ready-to-use (RTU) foods to help the world’s malnourished to survive, sustain, and thrive. Mark and his wife spent ten years as missionaries in Uganda – one of the countries they now serve with their product. Incredibly, their manufacturing facility resides about 2.5 hours northwest of where I live, and they’re currently building a warehouse near my former place of employment. This additional connection to me was profound, considering that their headquarters is in NC.
Adding to that, I was surprised to learn that Mana is primarily funded by the same billionaire that bankrolls my new company. “In fact,” Mark explained, “I’ve known [your potential employer] for the past 13 years.”
Additionally, after hearing my story of how David and I met through Samaritan’s Purse (SP), Mark told me that Mana Nutrition is the number one supplier of RTUs to SP. God’s fingerprints are all over this work – whether they even realize it or not.
As we discussed my trepidation about the role, Mark put my fears to rest. “The way I see it, you’ve been given an opportunity to be a Jesus follower in a rare spot,” – an astute observation that immediately made me smile as it put my spirit at ease. “Think about Paul speaking to the residents in Athens who worshiped so many gods that idol-makers were everywhere. “He didn’t have to go there and talk to them, but he did. We can’t sit in a box and expect to make a difference.”
Over the next few hours, Mark and I spoke of our shared faith, willingness to go wherever God leads, and do whatever we’re asked to do. “You will be challenged more than you’ve ever been in this job,” Mark observed, “but I believe you’re being called to do it.”
I was filled with God’s presence as I walked through the woods during my site tour.
An hour later, I signed the job offer letter and spoke to Helen one last time. “I’m sending you the agreement,” I told her. “I’m so excited to accept.”
“That makes me happy,” Helen said. “I heard from my number two candidate today and she wanted to meet with me in-person. I wasn’t sure what you would say so I didn’t want to turn her away – but I really wanted Sara.” I have no doubt Helen felt my joy at hearing that affirmation as I clapped my hands in response and assured her of my enthusiastic acceptance.
After petitioning God for direction and consulting with other believers, I have perfect peace about this new position. As Proverbs 11:14 says, “Where there is no guidance the people fall, but in abundance of counselors there is victory.” How very true that is!
I always pray that God will guide my steps, open the doors that should be opened, and close those I shouldn’t walk through. Throughout this decision-making process, I believe my Heavenly Father not only opened doors but also blasted down any walls that stood in my way, saying, “Go, my child. I am with you.”
God will always guide us down the paths we should follow, just as He did with me during my all-day interview in the mountains near Marshall, NC.
I can’t even imagine what will lie ahead, but I’m excited to see where God takes me next. While I may have thought I was plotting my course a few times in life, I now know that by surrendering to my Creator, yet again, He is establishing my steps down a path I might never have taken on my own.
To be chosen is one thing. To be given the words, peace, and guidance I prayed for by God is quite another thing entirely. Above all, this I know: I am incredibly blessed.
