Yesterday afternoon I called my father. The phone rang and rang but there was no reply. When the answering machine finally picked up I began my faithless spiel, "Dad, I don't know what to do. I've only gotten $250 in for support. Which leaves $3,550 to raise by the end of the semester! And on top of finances, my passport still needs to be renewed and that's going to take at the least three weeks to process. Oh, what am I going to do? Maybe God doesn't want me to go to Germany. Maybe I should begin making other plans for the summer. Call me back when you get a chance." I went to bed that night completely discouraged.
Oh, ye of little faith.
After my class this morning, I went to breakfast with my friend Jack. I told him about all of my support troubles and how I had come to terms with not going to Germany. After we finished eating, we went to check our mailboxes. I, of course, fervently hoping to find a letter of support. My heart raced as I turned my lock... 34...click, click...5...click, click...40... There was no letter. Distraught, I took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh of disappointment.
Oh, ye of little faith.
Around 4:30 this afternoon, I received a call from my dad.
"Hey dad, did you get my message?"
"I sure did."
"Well, I don't know what's wrong. The money's just not coming in like it should. I've done everything I can do..."
"Let me stop you right there...."
When I had gotten off the phone with my dad, I had a new total of $1,500 raised.
Oh, ye of little faith.
The blessings, however, did not end there. Five hours later, at 9:30pm, I received another phone call. By the time I hung up, I had a new total of $3,000 raised.
Oh, ye of little faith.
When I had totally given up the Lord proved His faithfulness. May I never forget the things that my God has done!
"For great is your love,
higher than the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches to the skies."
-Ps. 108:4
-MG
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