I have come to the point in time of not asking people to explain the ‘why’ or ‘how’ in a situation. Because I have figured out it is clearly because of God’s Will for my life and happiness. Let me explain.
I love my church, church family and friends I have made there. It never fails that they have an answer to prayers, my prayers. For a few months now I have not had livingroom furniture because the old set was torn and dirty and just quite frankly ready for the trash. I told myself I was not going to buy furniture, rather I was going to use my livingroom for a prayer room and my quiet room to be with God. So for months, that is what I have been doing. Remember this, I will pick up here later.
Now, it is also that time of year where the Women begin buying their new ministry shirts. This is to help support the women’s ministry as well as wearing them on retreat in October. So, I had to buy my shirt too, which was $15. Remember this too, I will come back to it as well.
So…yesterday the women’s ministry had a yard sale to raise funds for the ministry and someone donated a beautiful couch to the sale! I immediately wanted it! I talked to the leader of the ministry and we worked out that I would make payments to the ministry until it was all paid off. Great! Now I have a couch.
So here I was this morning knowing I had to go to the ATM to get the $15 for the shirt and $50 for the first payment on the couch set. I walked into the church and go directly to her to pay for the shirt when she tells me someone already paid for my shirt! Well, excellent I thought, saved some money. Thank you God! Then I began walking into the sanctuary and I saw the woman who donated the couch and I went to go thank her when she tells me not to pay for it! That in fact her and her husband are making a donation to the women’s ministry to pay for the couch! I just thank her and walk away amazed.
So, sitting in the church I start thinking about Isaac who did not go to church because of a last-minute oral surgery he had Saturday. He is home and not feeling well at all. I knew I could take that money and go grocery shopping and buy him some food that he could chew, or not chew for that matter. Now, it all made sense as to why God had intervened, I needed to have the money to buy him foods he could eat and swollen.
Bottom line…my Father knows what I need and He supplies.
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