I moved into my apartment two years ago today. At the time, I wasn't sure why I was moving--I'd been living in Grand Island with one of my best friends, and I loved every minute of it. But I was sure that God wanted me to move back to Central City, so I did.
Two years later, the blessings of following God are innumerable. I've saved hundreds of dollars on gas. I was able to be close by following my dad's broken leg. I spend more time with my family. I'm able to have my students over for meals. I've gotten very close to my youngest sister, who I didn't know very well because she was nine when I left for college. I'm able to spend each Wednesday night during the school year with 25-30 amazing kids. I could keep going!
Today, I had another lesson in trusting God. While I was bored at work this afternoon, I started thinking about a couple that's raising support to go to Paraguay as missionaries. And suddenly, I knew that I needed to send them money, and I knew exactly what amount. But then I got to thinking about my own financial state. I'm not strapped, but I'm not getting paid regularly, and I'm getting ready to go on a missions trip. Whatever money I don't raise, I'll have to cover myself. My next thought was to wait until I get my paycheck . . . but as soon as I thought it, I knew that was wrong. God was asking me to send them money now, not 1, 2, or 3 weeks from now. So I wrote out the check and mailed it, choosing to trust that God would take care of me. When I arrived home, I checked my mailbox. I had four envelopes . . . and all of them contained money for my trip! God is good!
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