I get the pizza on my plate (sometimes) and then shovel it in my mouth. It burns but tastes so good I can’t stop. I know if I just gave it a few minutes to cool the roof of my mouth wouldn’t have to regenerate later. But I NEVER do. Who likes to wait? My tender mouth always reminds me to learn from my mistake.
Wave carbs covered in cheese in front of my face and somehow I forget.
Much like my burnt mouth after eating pizza I've been at this place before.
The call from God. That subtle nudge telling you this is your next step. The one that won’t stop until you man up and take it. So without hesitation (ahem, okay *much hesitation) I jump in and set off down the road known as raising support.
In high school a $1,000 for ten days serving in Haiti or Spain seemed like such a mountain. Now it seems like an anthill compared to the $15,000 I’ll have to raise for 11 months.
But God was always faithful. Doubt and worry would somehow fight their way easily into my heart. And yet He’d graciously always show up with the cash one way or another.
For instance: I went to Africa in March; with days left until I HAD to buy a ticket and with what we will call less than the appropriate amount of money in the bank my tax refund came back with the EXACT amount I needed. In that moment I felt God whispering, “you’re welcome.”
He’s never let me down when He asks me to do something. And yet with a huge deadline looming at the end of this month and with what we will call less than the appropriate amount of money in my account the doubt and worry are creeping in.
During one of my interviews the caller asked what my plans for fundraising are especially since I am joining a little later in the game. My response; “Oh, I was just being obedient to the call to go. I assumed God would show up with the money.”
A half kidding and half serious response.
I have a plan, which I explained to the poor girl who probably thought I was more serious than joking. I always do. But with that dreadful time constraint and a lofty amount hanging over my head it’s not easy to wait on God.
Much like the piping hot pizza on my plate I know that if I just wait patiently it will all work out. My belly will be full and so will my account!
My tender hearts reminds me to learn from my mistakes of scheming for money and trust Him.
Wave September 29th and $3,500 in front of my face and I’m tempted to forget.
God has ALWAYS shown up and deep down I know He will now (or days before the deadline, that seems to be the way He rolls).
If I start to doubt or worry at any point along the way just send me here. So I can chew my words humbly.
Oh, and if you feel led to support me on this journey please feel free to click on the “Financially Support Me” button (clever I know!) to your left and donate now. I greatly appreciate it!
