The past few weeks have been nothing short of amazing. The first support deadline has come and gone, and with it the needed $3,500, plus a little extra. As usual, God came through in true God fashion, and swooped in at the last second, scoring the game point. Money was coming in, but time was running very short. I had only three days left to make the deadline, so I got on my knees and asked God if that very day, he would let the rest of the support come in. A couple of hours later my mom texted me and told me I had it! The support I have received and all the fingerprints of God that I’ve witnessed, have given me so much confirmation that I am where I need to be.
That said, I think that over the past week, I have heard more clearly from God than I ever have in my life. The difference? I’ve stayed in the word, and talked with him regularly. It’s been unreal how fast I’ve seen a difference. Nothing has brought peace to my heart or soothed my anxieties more than hearing God’s voice in my ear. So many times I underestimate the power of prayer. A teacher of mine, Caleb Bislow, said it right when he said, “Someone saying, ‘I guess all I can do is pray,’ is like a soldier saying, ‘Well I’ve got no gun, and I have no grenades, but I have this huge intercontinental missile I could launch.'” When you pray regularly, change happens, and mountains move.
I really wasn’t expecting to experience radical growth before the race, but I am. I’m so glad that God doesn’t operate according to my expectations. How limiting would that be? I’ve found my life flows much more smoothly when I learn to let them go and just be in the moment with him. It’s funny; when I look at the road, I stumble, but when I close my eyes and pray, I walk straight.
