For the last month and a half, I’ve been planning and organizing a high tea, which happened on Saturday. It was one of the tasks for my Queen’s Award. I’m not the most organized person on the planet, but I was pretty on top of things with this. I had activities planned, the guest list sorted, invitations sent out almost on time (it wasn’t my fault that the printer broke twice), a menu basically organized (other than the spur-of-the-moment cupcakes), and basically everything under control.
Until Friday night.
One of the requirements for the high tea was that at least ten people had to attend. Any less would mean that I’d fail the task and would have to do the whole thing again. So I invited sixteen people, thinking that this would be plenty. Normally when I invite people to things, only one or two can’t make it. Plus I sent out the invitations pretty well in advance, so people could plan around it.
Most people RSVPed with yes straight away, which was great, except for one girl, who had her cousin’s birthday party.
A friend of mine who’s been unwell for a while said that she’d get back to me closer to the time, and eventually told me that she couldn’t make it.
A week before the high tea, I got a text from someone saying that she’d had a seizure and hit her head, so she most likely wouldn’t be able to come.
On Thursday, a friend who had just gotten a new job told me that her hours for Saturday had been changed, and she would have to work instead.
On Friday night, a girl messaged me and said that she’d forgotten about it and had made other plans.
At the same time, a friend messaged me and told me that both she and her sister would be unable to attend. After explaining the predicament that that would have left me in, she managed to rearrange things so that she could make it, although her sister still couldn’t.
Also on Friday night, I realized that I hadn’t actually had a definite response from another friend, so I messaged her, only to find out that a family member had died and the funeral was on Saturday.
It was at this point that I started crying.
And then, on Saturday morning, another girl messaged me, saying that she and her family had underestimated the amount of work necessary for her sister’s 21st party, so she wouldn’t be able to come.
Everything had fallen apart before my very eyes. In a matter of hours, my high tea had become a disaster.
What on earth did I do? Well, on Friday night, I cried a lot of tears. When you’ve put in so much effort that seems like it was all for nothing, I think tears are excusable.
I then messaged a friend, who has also done Queen’s Award, to ask her for advice. She gave me a couple of suggestions.
Finally, I went to bed, still crying, and I prayed. I asked God to help me to figure this thing out. And you know what? He did.
In the morning, I wasn’t feeling any better about the situation, but my mum (who is absolutely amazing, I must add), wouldn’t let me give up. She suggested that I put something up on Facebook, so I posted in the youth group page, begging people to come if they could. After not hearing from anyone, my mum went on a texting rampage in the middle of her baking for the high tea. She sent texts to all of her friends, asking them if they were free. At first, all she got back was nos. I wanted to crawl in a hole and give up and cry.
But then God came through. Someone commented on my post, saying that she, her daughter, her friend, and her friend’s niece (all people I already knew) would love to come.
At the same time, my mum got a text back from her closest friend, saying that she was free and would also love to come.
So they came, and they had fun.
Maybe my high tea didn’t quite go to plan. Maybe there was a period of about twelve hours in which I wanted to just call the whole thing off, because it would just be a waste of time anyway.
But God came through. I was talking to the lady who responded to my post, and she said that she and the other three people she came with had been planning on going tramping that day, but the rain meant that they had to think of something else to do. Free high tea? Perfect alternative.
If it hadn’t been raining, I would have failed the task. God came through. He is the reason that my high tea was able to happen (with a little bit of help from my mum).
Call on God in your time of need, and He will answer. It may not necessarily be how you would like, but He knows what is best.
He can make it rain.