Wanna know something funny?
I can’t help but have this feeling inside me that I’m in the middle of a spiritual warfare battle around me. I can’t shake the feeling that the devil is trying to shake me… he is throwing things at me as if he actually believes that I will lose faith in my God and in my calling to go on the World Race in July.
Let me explain.
Since applying and accepting my place on the D squad (July Route 1) for the World Race things have been flying at my face.
But the Lord has provided still.
First, my family pulled all support. They don’t agree or don’t fully understand my heart for serving the Lord and responding to the call that He has placed on my life.
I have never felt closer to a family then I do these brothers and sisters who will be serving with me on my squad.
My car broke down.
My incredibly roommate has lent me her bike for the rest of the semester.
My work week went from 70+ hours a week to a mere 40 hours a week.
God has made the income of that 40 hours last somehow.
My best friends have been too busy to really meet up or talk with me about this or to help me fundraise or film videos or even just share in the joy that is in my heart as I prepare for this race. Not only my best friends for that matter, but everyone around me. I seem to have been going through it all alone.
God has provided me with an INCREDIBLE squad who is there for encouragement and help and laughs and conversations whenever I need them.
My stack of bills and debt has increased quite a bit…And now, my work week might possibly be dwindling down to absolutely no hours a week.
The second doctor at my chiropractic office just up and quit today out of the blue. Therefore… we are now only open 3 days a week, which gets rid of the need for my job… They haven’t told me yet how many hours I will have moving forward from here, if any, a week. I got the call this morning, and my insides shriveled up and I freaked out for a minute. In an instant all the thoughts of how having the money to pay my bills, save to cover bills while I’m gone, let alone have spending cash for the Race and still have money to get my immunizations and the rest of my gear seemed impossible. And while part of me is still a little nervous, there’s an overwhelming peace with it that is covering all nervousness because God is telling me that
I am safe in His hands.
He is screaming at me that He will fight for me, I need only be still. That though I walk in the midst of trouble He preserves my life. He stretches out his hand against the anger of my foes and with his right hand He saves me. He will vindicate me; His love endures forever. He does not abandon the works of His hands. [Psalms 138:7-8]
He will provide for me.
And while those around me are freaking out and telling me that it’s another “sign” that I am making a horrible mistake and going on this race; I know for a fact that those thoughts are not from God. Because I know without a doubt that I am supposed to be here and supposed to be going on this race. And I know that my God will come through. He will open the floodgates and pour out His blessings upon me and provide above and beyond all of my needs because He loves me, and because He has called me to this Race. The money will come in and I will have nothing to say to explain it other than “this is the work of the Lord”. All glory and honor will point straight back at Him. He will not abandon me or forsake me in this, of that I’m 100% sure.
So (I’m probably going to regret saying this…) but hit me with your best shot satan, because my God is a huge force to be reckoned with, and let me just tell you, spoiler alert: He wins.
