The Story of the Flying Mexican Snail

The Story of the Flying Mexican Snail

I love the story about the man who walks out his front door and notices a snail on the ground. He picks up the snail, looks at it, then throws it across the yard.

A year later the man hears a tap on his front door. He opens the door. He looks down and sees the snail. The snail looks up at the big guy and asks, “What the heck was that all about?”

I was that snail.

I’ve been working on a book about the nine months Emily and I spent in Mexico. Last night I finally got up enough courage to crack open the journal I wrote during that time. I laugh now reading it. At the time I was mostly crying – trying to figure out why on earth I was in Mexico.

I didn’t want to go. But somehow I knew we needed to be there.

So, I’m writing this book now. Only problem is, a good book needs a good ending. And I got nothing. I’m still trying to figure out why God sent us there. It still rings failure in my memories, even though we obeyed.

I’m convinced that if we are following God the way we are supposed to we will all face seasons where we look back and ask, “What was that all about?”

I’m also convinced that God doesn’t waste anything in the process of sanctifying us. So I’m going to keep writing this story and trust that somewhere along the way I’m gonna have an aha! moment and realize what that season was all about.

Press on my friends. God is writing an extraordinary story with a good ending in each of our lives. Keep being obedient, no matter how little sense any of it makes. Remember, life is lived forward but understood backwards.

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28