There but for the grace of God go I
I just have to say something about the faithfulness of God. Since being back home and having to provide for my family while also thinking about work and other commitments, plus volunteer missionary work, every single day has been a walk of faith.
What is faith? My mom used to say it was standing on top of a tree, sawing off a limb, and expecting God to catch you. I feel like we’ve been doing just that: never knowing where the rent money is going to come from, or money for food, bills, utilities, etc. This kind of stress can be seriously damaging, unless you have the Lord on your side. I have seen His providence alive and real in many instances. Sometimes it’s almost like the cash dropped from the sky—Through an unexpected email from a donor; a phone call you needed; a free ride home after a long day’s work… and all of it put together is a manefestation of HIS love.
Last night I cried myself to sleep, I was desperate for a miracle. I prayed, I cried some more, then slept on it, waking up the next morning with a tear stained face. What’s that verse I learned as a child?
Behold, says the Lord, I have heard your prayers, I seen your tears… I will heal thee.
And today the answer came. It really did. I have no words to thank Him.