I sat with Chris in the office of one of our pastors who has become a good friend over the last few months. He wanted to pray with us and asked how things were going (financially, to be specific) with the trip and with a forced confidence I said fine. “I’m not sure how much we’ve collected yet, but whatever’s on that report will be what we need.”
I was impressed with my faith…
A few hours later after number crunching, I felt a little sick to my stomach. A couple hours after that, my laptop breaks. I feel defeated, take a sleeping pill, and go to bed.
Not so sure anymore, am I?
I happened to see our pastor friend in the office today. I asked him to pray about the computer situation. He asked about the finances. I looked down and mumbled we were still about $400 short. He said not to worry, God knows what’s up.
I take a deep breath and try to believe in my heart he’s right. And a couple of hours later, as I am walking from the Pier back to the main building, he calls me.
“I want to tell you about a miracle.”
“Ok,” I said, wondering what the news was.
“Someone has donated $500 to your trip.”
Why do I doubt? Why do I worry?
A few hours later, another person I work with came in my office and gave us an envelope with some cash in it.
Thank you Father, for providing again. More than we could imagine. And more than we could ask for.
