How do you eat an elephant?

How do you eat an elephant?
 

One bite at a time 

 

 

In this case the elephant being $15,500 and donations eating up that bad boy!

 

So this fund raising thing has been challenging to say the least, well, as of last week. I finally gave up on worrying and stressing over raising the mula. God is coming through, just not as fast as I'd like Him to. His timing drives me a little crazy 
 

I want to share the moment that helped me stop the cycle of worry…
 

As I was packing up my books, I came across my mom's old Bible journal. I loved reading all the things God was teaching her, it brought so much joy to know my momma knew Jesus.
 

I remember the first time she came to church with me 🙂
I felt the Spirit moving as we walked to the car. I could barely contain the excitement, I thought “Lord, please don't let her change her mind! I'll lock her in the car and take her kicking and screaming!” haha!

It was a Wednesday night service and she wasn't feeling well, she had surgery a month before and she wasn't healing like we thought she would. I drowned my mom with so many prayers of healing and healing scriptures, I think I had about 10 index cards of healing scriptures I would diligently pray over her.
 

She seemed very anxious on the drive to church and I wasn't sure why. We pulled in and she didn't want to get out of the car, she didn't say a word and I just waited on her. She finally mustered up the courage to get out, we held hands as we walked across the parking lot, I remember her squeezing my hand like a nervous child going to the dentist 🙂 she was so precious. We got to the front doors and as soon as the greeter said hi, my mom started crying. God's presence was so thick and she just cried as we prayed over her.
 

She was ready for a loving God.
She accepted Jesus that night.

From then on out we were inseparable 🙂

 

 

My mom's last journal entry was on July 12^th, 2009 (7 days before she passed away)

And it reads “He will provide”

I cried violently for what seemed like an eternity. God spoke to me through my momma's writing 3 years after her death. I still don't know HOW God will provide the money or the gear I need for the Race but I know He will.