Surprising, humbling and downright AMAZING, this story is probably one of the most incredible of God's miraculous provision of finances in my life. Just when I thought that "living by faith" (specifically in the realm of money) was relegated solely to my support-raising lifestyle on the mission field, God up and provides in a shocking way three weeks AFTER I officially transitioned off the field and back into life in the States.
For interest's sake, I'm leaving this story in it's original format--a letter to a friend written this exact time last year. Be encouraged--stuff like this DOES happen! (And apparently not JUST to missionaries, either...) ;)
While we are on the subject of provision, let me tell you a story. My sister is the only other one who knows this because it just happened...but, like your story, it totally shows the awesome faithfulness of God to provide for our needs (in the craziest ways!). So, as you know, I WAS doing the missionary thing, but am now back here in the States. I've been back since May, actually. Stayed with the rents for two months, as the Lord had clearly told me that this spring/summer was a season for me and my fam to get closer and get some healing (remind me to tell you about the awesomeness of THAT sometime soon...).
Anyways, in July, I traveled to different states to see college friends I haven't seen in years, as well as my bro/sis in law...and my 16 month old niece whom I hadn't even met yet! [In August, all my plans shifted and I suddenly felt led to stay in the States instead of returning to Australia. I wasn't preparing for this rapid change in circumstances and thus didn't have a job/apartment/anything lined up in the States. Having absolutely nothing, however, seems to be the perfect position to depend on God].
So, that's how I ended up on my friend's couch, very gratefully accepting her hospitality (I did NOT think the "getting a new job process" would take so long!). All of that to say, I haven't got a paycheck in a very long time! But from my time as a missionary, I have SO many stories of trusting God for finances when I had nada and then suddenly receiving thousands of dollars in a matter of days (just to name one example), so I continue to trust that He will take care of me. And God knows me so well because I love surprises, but I'm really difficult to surprise (My creative brain comes up with myriads of possible situations/expectations for everything!). But if anyone can surprise me, He can.
And He did..yet again!...two weeks ago:
So, my friend Amy took me with her to a church I had never been to before. Decent size...maybe 500 or so. During worship, one of the pastors got up and said "Someone just handed me an envelope with money in it. They felt like God wanted to give this to someone who had no money...like they couldn't fill up their car with gas, or go get food. So, if that's you, come see me after church."
Immediately, I felt this little Holy Spirit nudge that that person WAS me! It was weird--it wasn't like a selfish "Name it and Claim it" kind of thing AT ALL. Just a simple little peace like "That money is for you..."
But I felt really weird about it because this place wasn't even my church. Could I really go up there and ask for that money? Armed with such nervous thoughts, I didn't say/do anything about the envelope--I just did the post-church "fellowship thing" and got to talking with my friend's friends for nearly an hour. (Good times, really great connections...).
Just before we left, though, I casually mentioned to Amy that I felt it was ME who the pastor was talking about with the money. Being the bold woman that she is, Amy immediately grabbed me by the arm and dragged me over to see the pastor! (Yikes! Better hope I heard God right!).
Now, by this time, it had been like 45 minutes since church ended. Almost everyone was gone. We both kinda figured that someone had taken the money at that point, but decided at least to go say hi to the pastor. Amy introduced me and we chatted away about missions and my recent work on the field. I started to feel awkward about bringing up the thing about the money (after all, it was probably already taken...), so I almost left it. But at the last minute, Amy (in her very direct and take-charge kind of way) asked the pastor about it. Had someone already taken it?
"Oh, yeah. Here..." the pastor said, and handed me the envelope. "Oh, and someone else came up and added more money to it too..."
WHAT??? I was just praising God and so stoked that I immediately went to call my sister ("Linda, Even though I'm not in missions anymore, God is still providing for me! He knows what I need!").
She and other friends I shared that story with thought it was very cool, yet the story doesn't end there. It gets infinitely cooler and even more unbelievable.
Fast forward to three days ago [three weeks after I got the envelope] and I suddenly had a major revelation about the money...
I told myself the day I got it that I didn't really want to spend it if I didn't have to. Although I didn't have groceries or gas, I was determined to walk everywhere I needed to and feast solely on cereal. I really wanted to save that money for the Cali move [I felt led to make sometime in the near future]. Unfortunately, though, there were certain things I had to buy, so I ended up dipping into it like three times for little things. On that third time, however, I noticed something strange...
Well, I was 100% positive that from the pulpit, the pastor said that the envelope had $100 in it. And when the other person came up to add more money, that he said that extra amount was like $45. And I was totally happy with that. As I said, I pretty much had nothing to live on, so to be even $145 richer was TERRIFIC! So, I just took their word for it and I didn't even count the money when I got it. I just kept it in the envelope in a safe place.
But it seemed weird to me that the envelope was like really thick. I had seen a lot of singles and $5's in there, so I just chalked it up to the fact that it was $145 worth of small bills. But three days ago, something made me stop and actually go COUNT the money in the envelope. I began to see some $20's. A LOT of $20's, in fact.
Hmmmmm....
So, I counted the money and I did NOT have $145. Taking into account that I had already taken out about $40 for random expenses, I deduced that there had been about $750 in the envelope!!!!! I had no idea!
With tears in my eyes, I just grabbed my guitar and starting singing worship. What else could I do? It was absolutely incredible...
That was exactly one year ago today that I wrote this story to my friend. Turns out that money DID help finance my move to Nor Cal--the direction I felt led to go (on faith!) as a next step after Australia. That little envelope, donated by gracious believers who didn't even know who the recipient would be, allowed me to be able to transition and pay my bills here in Cali until the Lord provided me with the amazing job that I have now.
I later wrote a thank you letter to that church, so grateful for those amazing strangers who obediently followed God's leading to give away that money. Little did THEY know where their money would go and the multiplicative influence that it would have through blessing a person who could in turn bless so many others.
I don't take that envelope story lightly. Even now as I recall it, it compels me to consider and be challenged daily by what I can give away (financially, relationally, etc) to strangers in need. I don't need to SEE the recipient of the church benevolent offering or that special gift to a foreign mission to trust that gift will accomplish what it was meant to. I have to simply believe that if God led me to give, God will get those funds to the very people and purposes that need them most.
Someday, though, I hope I DO get to hear those stories. God's power is too incredible to be kept under wraps (or sealed in an envelope, as it were...) :)
For interest's sake, I'm leaving this story in it's original format--a letter to a friend written this exact time last year. Be encouraged--stuff like this DOES happen! (And apparently not JUST to missionaries, either...) ;)
While we are on the subject of provision, let me tell you a story. My sister is the only other one who knows this because it just happened...but, like your story, it totally shows the awesome faithfulness of God to provide for our needs (in the craziest ways!). So, as you know, I WAS doing the missionary thing, but am now back here in the States. I've been back since May, actually. Stayed with the rents for two months, as the Lord had clearly told me that this spring/summer was a season for me and my fam to get closer and get some healing (remind me to tell you about the awesomeness of THAT sometime soon...).
Anyways, in July, I traveled to different states to see college friends I haven't seen in years, as well as my bro/sis in law...and my 16 month old niece whom I hadn't even met yet! [In August, all my plans shifted and I suddenly felt led to stay in the States instead of returning to Australia. I wasn't preparing for this rapid change in circumstances and thus didn't have a job/apartment/anything lined up in the States. Having absolutely nothing, however, seems to be the perfect position to depend on God].
So, that's how I ended up on my friend's couch, very gratefully accepting her hospitality (I did NOT think the "getting a new job process" would take so long!). All of that to say, I haven't got a paycheck in a very long time! But from my time as a missionary, I have SO many stories of trusting God for finances when I had nada and then suddenly receiving thousands of dollars in a matter of days (just to name one example), so I continue to trust that He will take care of me. And God knows me so well because I love surprises, but I'm really difficult to surprise (My creative brain comes up with myriads of possible situations/expectations for everything!). But if anyone can surprise me, He can.
And He did..yet again!...two weeks ago:
So, my friend Amy took me with her to a church I had never been to before. Decent size...maybe 500 or so. During worship, one of the pastors got up and said "Someone just handed me an envelope with money in it. They felt like God wanted to give this to someone who had no money...like they couldn't fill up their car with gas, or go get food. So, if that's you, come see me after church."
Immediately, I felt this little Holy Spirit nudge that that person WAS me! It was weird--it wasn't like a selfish "Name it and Claim it" kind of thing AT ALL. Just a simple little peace like "That money is for you..."
But I felt really weird about it because this place wasn't even my church. Could I really go up there and ask for that money? Armed with such nervous thoughts, I didn't say/do anything about the envelope--I just did the post-church "fellowship thing" and got to talking with my friend's friends for nearly an hour. (Good times, really great connections...).
Just before we left, though, I casually mentioned to Amy that I felt it was ME who the pastor was talking about with the money. Being the bold woman that she is, Amy immediately grabbed me by the arm and dragged me over to see the pastor! (Yikes! Better hope I heard God right!).
Now, by this time, it had been like 45 minutes since church ended. Almost everyone was gone. We both kinda figured that someone had taken the money at that point, but decided at least to go say hi to the pastor. Amy introduced me and we chatted away about missions and my recent work on the field. I started to feel awkward about bringing up the thing about the money (after all, it was probably already taken...), so I almost left it. But at the last minute, Amy (in her very direct and take-charge kind of way) asked the pastor about it. Had someone already taken it?
"Oh, yeah. Here..." the pastor said, and handed me the envelope. "Oh, and someone else came up and added more money to it too..."
WHAT??? I was just praising God and so stoked that I immediately went to call my sister ("Linda, Even though I'm not in missions anymore, God is still providing for me! He knows what I need!").
She and other friends I shared that story with thought it was very cool, yet the story doesn't end there. It gets infinitely cooler and even more unbelievable.
Fast forward to three days ago [three weeks after I got the envelope] and I suddenly had a major revelation about the money...
I told myself the day I got it that I didn't really want to spend it if I didn't have to. Although I didn't have groceries or gas, I was determined to walk everywhere I needed to and feast solely on cereal. I really wanted to save that money for the Cali move [I felt led to make sometime in the near future]. Unfortunately, though, there were certain things I had to buy, so I ended up dipping into it like three times for little things. On that third time, however, I noticed something strange...
Well, I was 100% positive that from the pulpit, the pastor said that the envelope had $100 in it. And when the other person came up to add more money, that he said that extra amount was like $45. And I was totally happy with that. As I said, I pretty much had nothing to live on, so to be even $145 richer was TERRIFIC! So, I just took their word for it and I didn't even count the money when I got it. I just kept it in the envelope in a safe place.
But it seemed weird to me that the envelope was like really thick. I had seen a lot of singles and $5's in there, so I just chalked it up to the fact that it was $145 worth of small bills. But three days ago, something made me stop and actually go COUNT the money in the envelope. I began to see some $20's. A LOT of $20's, in fact.
Hmmmmm....
So, I counted the money and I did NOT have $145. Taking into account that I had already taken out about $40 for random expenses, I deduced that there had been about $750 in the envelope!!!!! I had no idea!
With tears in my eyes, I just grabbed my guitar and starting singing worship. What else could I do? It was absolutely incredible...
That was exactly one year ago today that I wrote this story to my friend. Turns out that money DID help finance my move to Nor Cal--the direction I felt led to go (on faith!) as a next step after Australia. That little envelope, donated by gracious believers who didn't even know who the recipient would be, allowed me to be able to transition and pay my bills here in Cali until the Lord provided me with the amazing job that I have now.
I later wrote a thank you letter to that church, so grateful for those amazing strangers who obediently followed God's leading to give away that money. Little did THEY know where their money would go and the multiplicative influence that it would have through blessing a person who could in turn bless so many others.
I don't take that envelope story lightly. Even now as I recall it, it compels me to consider and be challenged daily by what I can give away (financially, relationally, etc) to strangers in need. I don't need to SEE the recipient of the church benevolent offering or that special gift to a foreign mission to trust that gift will accomplish what it was meant to. I have to simply believe that if God led me to give, God will get those funds to the very people and purposes that need them most.
Someday, though, I hope I DO get to hear those stories. God's power is too incredible to be kept under wraps (or sealed in an envelope, as it were...) :)