I feel like my blogs are just so sad sometimes and that all I ever seem to do is complain. I complain about not being good enough, about not having enough money, complaining about how bad i've had and here I am complaining about complaining… Oh the irony.
And then I cap the story off with a Jesus loves me and the story is over. Finished. And you all just go on with your blog stalking activities for the day and try to find a blog where someone is actually on the race and has a good story to tell.
Well today, I have a good story!
Well a few weeks ago, I spoke at the church I grew up in. It went well, I felt like I sparked a lot of interest in the people at church and I felt like I could have their support in the future!
So a few days go by… no donations from anyone at church.
Well I started to get a little down about this. I started feeling like maybe I really wasn't good enough and that my church didn't want to send me.
But then it happened, a donation from a couple at my church. A couple who happens to live on the same road that my Great Grandma Gosnell lived on until she passed away a couple of years ago and it just felt like I was getting a sign from heaven that it was all going to work out. That Grandma Gosnell was going to be calling in the big dogs soon enough to support this trip since she wasn't here to do it herself 😉
But you know how good feelings go… they disappear after a couple of days with no activity in your account.
So a couple of days later, while feeling incredibly down about fundraising, my KayKay called to tell me an address to send out a support letter too because she had been approached at church by a lady who wanted to give! Well guess what road this lady lives on? THE SAME ONE AS MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER.
So my first 2 people to be interested in my trip from church share these ties with my Grandmother, someone who I think would be supportive of my trip. She is no longer here with us but has been able to show her support by what God did with those 2 donors.
This might all sound silly but it was just reassurance that I was taken care of and it was definitely reassurance from the other side that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to do. God definitely has funny ways of working sometimes.
