Needing God to Show Up

In the month since I last posted I have been asked a lot of "What if…?" questions.  My response has always been along the lines of

BTW, I'm not saying this to imply my faith was by any means strong, just to let you know I am recognizing the need to surrender. 

Let me tell you, it has been awesome to see how He has shown up!  I wanted to take a minute and share a few:

In my fundraising efforts:

1. I held a Spaghetti dinner in Houston and after many years hearing me talk about each other, several good friends were able to finally meet.  They were so excited to find out they all were going to be in the same place and it was amazing to watch this family reunion of sorts happen between people who had actually never met.
2. At the same dinner, there was an issue with the stove that had to be fixed, not a big deal, but it set us behind time-wise and the gentlemen who came to help me serve food ended up cooking it (and they did an AWESOME job!).
3. In my hometown of Ada, OK, my mom did a dinner for me as well… And it was inspiring!  The first few guests who showed up realized we were short-handed and asked what we needed them to do.
4. In both dinners, old friendships were re-kindled and amazing conversations were had about this trip and life in general.
5. My co-workers are amazingly supportive and once I had finished my dinners, they asked if I had made enough for my mission and upon hearing me say no, immediately asked what and when the next fundraiser was and how they could help.
6. For the period of Lent, I stopped checking my fundraising account because it had gotten to where I felt like I was checking up on God.  When I did check it this last Monday, it was considerably higher than I had thought it would be given the fundraisers I'd done…  And, then, just to show off more, Tuesday saw a very generous and unexpected donation clear.

In life in general:

1. It seems everytime I have a concern about something, that week's Bible class is over the same thing.  In fact, it often becomes a weekly theme in my conversations, too.
2. My kids (my students) teach me things daily… Like the one who has started chanting/singing "I don't got no worries" constantly.  I'll admit that it annoyed me a first because he wouldn't stop, but then I realized that he also did every time I started to worry about getting everything done. 

I could go on, but the main point is this: