Once More

 

 

 I wanted to go, but it was completely unlikely that I could, so I didn't bother with "Do you think I could come, too?" That would be ridiculous.

While I thought about how unthinkable it was, I slowly remembered how God had supplied for me this very summer; things that I didn't "need", just wanted.

I had looked for a job, prayed for one, searched the newspaper for openings...and it wasn't that the employers didn't want to hire me, but a clear obstacle kept me from the opening and I knew it simply wasn't God's will.

 So I waited; but I had no money and lots of things I wanted to do. There wasn't anything to be done except to pray; and as I prayed, I watched as, before my amazed eyes, God brought situations and opportunities into my path in perfect time.

Sometimes it had felt frivolous to ask for these things; they were big and exciting...but  altogether unnecessary.

The jobs were temporary (I was making bee-hives; awesome, right?) and future provision wavered like a mirage in the desert. But as time went on, I found God supplying everything for me -  from one need to the next -  and I began to realize that I  do serve the One who says "The silver is mine, and the gold is mine, saith the Lord of hosts."

As I stood in awe of the perfect way He supplied every single time, I realized that I could trust Him for everything - even the "small", "unimportant" stuff.


I thought about the beautiful banquet dress that came out of nowhere when modest dresses were hard to find (and incredibly expensive, most of the time!). I remembered the trip to PA that God had granted when I had no way to get there. I remembered how He supplied funds for a trip to Winter Youth Retreat when I had no money and no way of getting any. All are answered prayers. All are treasured gifts. All are miraculous to me.


So I prayed, quietly. "If it's your will," and  remained neutral. Whatever  He decided would be fine.

I forgot about it.

A few days later there was a mischievous smile on my younger sisters face. "I know something you don't know."

I begged and pleaded but she wouldn't tell me.

Mystery ended with Dad reading aloud from the computer screen, confirming "two tickets" for Arizona on the 21st of November.

I was floored.

A trip with Dad, all by myself! And I would get to fly for the first time since I was three, to the Native American meeting. How sweet of him! God's so awesome.

My brain leaped to what outfits to take with me; and immediately began wondering if it would be possible to stuff them all into a single bag. What about going through security? Would they let me wear bobbypins? What would I do without my  bobbypins? Would they, at least, let me take some in my suitcase?

 

 I walked to the mirror and paused. With a smile nearly splitting my face, I said slowly, "YOU are going to Arizona." And with that, reality struck and excitement swelled, good and warm.

 

Now, as I add this item to the list of  God's realities in my life, I feel so blessed to have a Dad who would  spend the time and money on me like this, and I'm thankful for the unselfish mother who suggested Dad let me go in her place because, in her words, (when I asked her why,) "You needed it more than I did."

 

More than this, I'm grateful to have a Heavenly Father who would surround His children with this happiness, this joy, this blessing. One who cares to be real in His servant's life.

 

Let Him be real in yours!

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Once More