Today was starting out as any other day… I tried to sleep passed 8AM and laid in bed silently going from cursing the sunrise to praying and going over my to-do’s for the day… all at the same time. Really. This is the reality of the OCD-ADD mind.
As I gave in to the light, and headed in to wake the man-child, my Africa bound daughter screamed, “MOM!!” Thinking there was a bug bigger than her, or she was stuck in the closet or… sorry, I guess you would have to know her… and I digress. I just quickly headed for her room. She met me at the door, holding her laptop and asking me who Helen was. This mystery woman had donated $500 to my daughter’s mission fund and we didn’t even know her!
Well. How about that? This might not seem like such a big deal, nice maybe, and definitely an “awww” would be appropriate, but this really is a big deal and I’m going to tell you why…
All of the funds for this big mission trip had to be in by last Friday. The Wednesday before we were still $641 short. My daughter was calm, and without drama, told me that God would provide. She had no doubt. I, on the other hand, being the “adult” in the real world, knew that more action was required. So, I posted on face book, talked to all my friends, prayed and even peddled an autographed football that my son and sister-in-law would have killed for. My hard worked paid off, and at 9PM the Thursday before, a sweet friend purchased the football for the amount, which was now down to $316, since I had sent a check in myself… Whew! Yay me! Yay God! Yay for sweet friends and footballs! All is well and I was exhausted!
The week before I had sent an email out to my son’s baseball league as well. Just trying to sell the football, for a good cause. One of the parents emailed me and offered prayer and wanted to donate. I thanked her and sent her the information. I really didn’t give it too much thought after that. I didn’t know her, and seriously, why would I think she would donate more than $25, maybe $50? Well, today the mission account updated and Ms. Helen from baseball donated $500. I didn’t have to donate more myself. I didn’t have to peddle a football. I didn’t have to lay awake and wonder, and ask God why He was waiting till the last minute, if that was what he was even doing…
I didn’t have faith. While I was wearing myself out, He was relaxing…with my daughter.
To read my post about her trip – click here
Have you learned any hard lessons from your kid lately?