As I'm writing this, I've just gotta say… my arm pits are sweat-sobbing huge tears of happiness!
"Well jeez Cheyanne, that's totally gross… why is that even happening?"
Let me tell why, my dear friends.. let. me. tell. you. why.
Whenever I get super duper excited, my arm pits just start crying with joy and there's just no hiding it.
Today, I checked my account balance and saw only a mere $239 left to raise–which is literally nothing compared to yesterday's $2500some left.. and if i check it tomorrow I'll probably be fully funded!! What the heck man?! God's the Great Provider INDEED! AMEN!
However, I wouldn't of been caught dead saying that last night.. I cried out to the Lord (tears from my face) in anguish and pain because the 1 year anniversary of my momma's passing away is on Monday, I told Him that I literally cannot do this Race anymore. I had nothing left within me. No strength. No will to carry on. just hurt and grief. I missed my family. I missed my momma. I thought about the looming potential circumstance where funds wouldn't come in and how I would just go home, and at that point, i just didn't even care. it was a dark place ….I was totally at the end of myself.
Fast forward to this morning, I woke up and during morning devo time I came to
and also
Isaiah 30:15a "In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength."
At my wits end, I prayed for help to trust Him more, to trust that He's doing a work that I can't see. I prayed for more of His strength, and totally repented of my independence and pride, and taking up my burdens upon myself instead of giving them over to Him to take care of totally.
….. Fast forward again, to right now, this afternoon: today's our day off, so a few of us took a taxi to the local mall. I told myself I wasn't going to buy anything, but then I saw that they had chocolate frozen yogurt and the stubborn pitiful old lady inside of me decided that she was going to have a party, and that required chocolate frozen yogurt with every chocolate topping available.
So I sat and ate, and checked my support account.
Cue the pit sweat.
I know I already talked about it a little bit before… but when I saw how the Lord had provided funds, I lost my mind. It was incredible.. and (i'm sure) hilarious for people passing through to get glimpses of the crazy white girl shouting at the top of her lungs. (not culturally acceptable)
As if that wasn't ENOUGH….
You read that right folks:
Daddy! This guy! On the Race WITH ME!?
WOW.
just.. freaking. WOW.
How great is our God? He gives us incredible gifts! He is our portion and our strength–and desires our whole hearts.
With all that being said. This is probably going to be the weirdest/outlandish thing I could ever ask you, my dear dear community that has been prayerfully beside me, supporting me for the past half year–and even longer:
Would you consider sponsoring my dad, Henry Hardy, to come on the parent vision trip to Kenya this April?
~Wanted to fund me but never got around to it, now you fear it's too late with only a mere $200ish left to go in my account?
~Feel compelled to re-unite my dad and I so we can serve and grow in the Lord together?
Just shoot me an email, and we can talk more about it! 😀
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For the Lord is a God of Justice. Blessed are all who wait for Him!"
