Throughout my time on the race, I’ve asked God for certain things, not things that I needed but just things I wanted. During the Philippines (Month 1) I told God I wanted fabric to be able to do something with the JAZ girls, sure enough that very day our squad leader Megan said she had a present for me, and handed over a bag of fabric.
During South Africa (Month 3) I was running low on thread, I was going to buy some but instead prayed for some. A few days later, Stacy (a World Race alumni from P Squad), brought me a present. She said she had come into the possession of random spools of thread and she felt like God was telling her to give them to me, and she did!
Near the end of out time in South Africa my old team, Fuego de Dios, was challenging me in my creativity. They wanted to see more of what I could do with the creativity that God had already given me. I fought it and said I didn’t want to draw or paint.
My team member David asked me which was the way I best liked to express myself creatively. I responded to him that I most enjoyed sewing, but not sewing by hand, sewing with a machine. In turn he and the rest of Fuego responded they would be praying that I would have the opportunity to use a sewing machine in Mozambique.
A sewing machine, really? In the middle of Africa? Yeah right. How in the world are we going to find a sewing machine?
Then we got to Mozambique…
We met our awesome contact Angie and got began working on the garden and the Hope House. A few days later during casual conversation I mentioned I liked sewing and Angie said she would take out her sewing machine when we got home. AND SHE DID!
From there on this month, I have had to opportunity to sew during my free time as well as do some sewing projects for Angie.
So, yes, I did get a sewing machine… In the middle of Africa.
But why do I share this? To encourage you to share your desires with God, no matter how silly or ridiculous they may seem.
I wanted fabric, I got it.
I wanted thread, I got it.
I wanted a sewing machine, I got it.
They were tiny little desires, but God cared. How much more does He care about my bigger desires, or yours?
Much, much more…
