I had the honor of sitting with an incredible couple at lunch yesterday.
She’s five months pregnant. They met here at the YWAM base, and they still live here. He was taking care of her every need, bringing her food before she asked, helping her walk down the steep, concrete stairs after lunch.
Their story is incredible.
They both live on a missionary salary, which means they don’t have any money. He wanted to ask her to marry him, but he didn’t have any money for a ring.
So he prayed.
It wasn’t one of those prayers that you throw up to the heaves as you’re drifting off to sleep, or you mutter under your breath in the moments before you begin shoveling food into your mouth- this man got on his face before the God of creation and begged and pleaded for a supernatural intervention.
As he’s telling this story, my eye keeps flickering back to the massive diamond bling on her finger.
He’s at a conference, and speaking with one of his mentors about the situation: about how much he loves her and wants to marry her, about how he’s praying for a ring and trusting God to provide. This mentor has a friend who came from the States with a ring and no other instructions except, “there’s a man in India praying for a ring.”
Are those chills running up your back? Because I’m shivering.
The mentor got him the ring. He proposed. She accepted. They lived happily ever after…
…until she got pregnant.
They’re living on the YWAM base. They don’t have money for doctors or baby supplies.
But they have a list, and every night they pray over it, for God to provide these items and for their unborn child, growing larger and stronger in her womb each day. Again, these aren’t the casual prayers of a couple who has everything, these are the desperate cries of two people who know what it means to depend on the Lord for everything.
This kid is going to have story after story of miracles to listen to growing up.
