Sometimes, God boggles my mind. Seriously.
I've had the worst time finding a job this summer. It's been more frustrating than words can say. Grrr.
The reason it's been frustrating is because I've been living off the final dregs of my bank account, and I have book fees and school payments looming in the not-too-distant future, along with paying for gas, phone and car insurance bills. Needless to say, I've been becoming more and more desperate for a paycheck.
Finally, last week, I feebly threw it into God's hands. He knows where I'm at. He knows my financial difficulties. He knows what needs to be taken care of now and what can feasibly wait. He has promised to care for and provide for my needs. So I decided to trust that He would provide for me, and I wasn't going to worry about it anymore.
'Not worrying about it anymore' hasn't been a walk in the park, but I've been giving it my best shot. I was trusting God to provide. However, I was assuming his provision would arrive in the form of a bonafide job.
But no, I serve a wild, unpredictable and unequivocally good God!
I received a bank statement from one of my old Bank of America accounts late last week. This is an account from my childhood when my parents were trying to teach me about banking and budgeting, and it's never had more than 70ish dollars in it. I get quarterly statements that basically tell me how many cents of interest have been added to my 70ish dollars. Not very interesting, to say the least.
Imagine my surprise when I opened this statement and it stated quite clearly that there was 770 dollars in this account. This is a little less than the amount I probably would've earned had I had a job this entire time.
I must've read it multiple times before I even dared believe it was true.
Then I thought that there'd been a mistake, that this money had accidentally been wired to my account or something, and it wasn't mine. So I called the bank and asked them to verify the amount. They told me I had 770 dollars. I asked them to confirm that there hadn't been a wiring mistake. They told me that that money was indeed mine.
I hung up the phone and cried, bank statement still in hand. I was shocked and awed by God's provision. I started blubbering out my thanks and praise, when I was stopped short by a sudden thought.
Why was I shocked?
Hadn't God answered my prayer exactly as I was 'trusting' Him to? Wasn't He just simply caring and providing for me exactly as His Word says He will? Instead of being surprised at His provision and care for little miscreant me, shouldn't I be praising Him confidentally, saying something like, "Thank You for providing for me, especially in such a surprising and extravagent way! I knew You would provide for me in some way because You've never failed me before!"
But no, I was blubbering in my shock and awe because I'd doubted He'd provide.
I was extremely humbled.
God is so good, folks. Just thought I'd tell ya about it. =D
I've had the worst time finding a job this summer. It's been more frustrating than words can say. Grrr.
The reason it's been frustrating is because I've been living off the final dregs of my bank account, and I have book fees and school payments looming in the not-too-distant future, along with paying for gas, phone and car insurance bills. Needless to say, I've been becoming more and more desperate for a paycheck.
Finally, last week, I feebly threw it into God's hands. He knows where I'm at. He knows my financial difficulties. He knows what needs to be taken care of now and what can feasibly wait. He has promised to care for and provide for my needs. So I decided to trust that He would provide for me, and I wasn't going to worry about it anymore.
'Not worrying about it anymore' hasn't been a walk in the park, but I've been giving it my best shot. I was trusting God to provide. However, I was assuming his provision would arrive in the form of a bonafide job.
But no, I serve a wild, unpredictable and unequivocally good God!
I received a bank statement from one of my old Bank of America accounts late last week. This is an account from my childhood when my parents were trying to teach me about banking and budgeting, and it's never had more than 70ish dollars in it. I get quarterly statements that basically tell me how many cents of interest have been added to my 70ish dollars. Not very interesting, to say the least.
Imagine my surprise when I opened this statement and it stated quite clearly that there was 770 dollars in this account. This is a little less than the amount I probably would've earned had I had a job this entire time.
I must've read it multiple times before I even dared believe it was true.
Then I thought that there'd been a mistake, that this money had accidentally been wired to my account or something, and it wasn't mine. So I called the bank and asked them to verify the amount. They told me I had 770 dollars. I asked them to confirm that there hadn't been a wiring mistake. They told me that that money was indeed mine.
I hung up the phone and cried, bank statement still in hand. I was shocked and awed by God's provision. I started blubbering out my thanks and praise, when I was stopped short by a sudden thought.
Why was I shocked?
Hadn't God answered my prayer exactly as I was 'trusting' Him to? Wasn't He just simply caring and providing for me exactly as His Word says He will? Instead of being surprised at His provision and care for little miscreant me, shouldn't I be praising Him confidentally, saying something like, "Thank You for providing for me, especially in such a surprising and extravagent way! I knew You would provide for me in some way because You've never failed me before!"
But no, I was blubbering in my shock and awe because I'd doubted He'd provide.
I was extremely humbled.
God is so good, folks. Just thought I'd tell ya about it. =D
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:) That's awesome.
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