Dream Expectedly Fulfilled, Unexpectedly
Our dream to go to Guatemala to teach the impoverished children there came true. We reached our goal, but in unexpected ways. No miraculous donation of $10,000 fell in our laps as we'd secretly hoped. No overwhelming support from one source or incredible moments of charity inspired us to believe that God was with us and making this happen. No...our faith was built like any other structure--through hard labor and perseverance.
Oh, there were miracles. Every time someone gave us $5 believing that our cause was noble, or sacrificed an hour of their time to help us wash cars, or thought to open their mouths to ask a friend for help on our behalf, we experienced a miracle. There were those who were more than generous in their donations, or spent more than a few hours of time asking for help--for their efforts and heart, we are extremely grateful. Yet the real miracles were all the small stones, the sand and mortar that piled up to a staircase just high enough for us to stretch out tenaciously for the goal, and risk the fall.
God provided the money for us to buy our plane tickets, then we had to decide how much our dream was worth to us--how much we were willing to risk, personally.
We counted the cost, adjusted the goal, and decided we could sacrifice a week from work instead of 2. We did not raise the money we'd hoped to give to Bill, but we do have faith that there is a reason God said no to that prayer. Maybe this is another opportunity for a miracle. Maybe God wants Bill and his family to move to America and strengthen churches here. Maybe there will be another situation that will allow him to stay in Guatemala and glorify God. I don't know--but I believe that God blessed the desires we had that were according to his will.
1 John 5:14 This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.
Oh, there were miracles. Every time someone gave us $5 believing that our cause was noble, or sacrificed an hour of their time to help us wash cars, or thought to open their mouths to ask a friend for help on our behalf, we experienced a miracle. There were those who were more than generous in their donations, or spent more than a few hours of time asking for help--for their efforts and heart, we are extremely grateful. Yet the real miracles were all the small stones, the sand and mortar that piled up to a staircase just high enough for us to stretch out tenaciously for the goal, and risk the fall.
God provided the money for us to buy our plane tickets, then we had to decide how much our dream was worth to us--how much we were willing to risk, personally.
We counted the cost, adjusted the goal, and decided we could sacrifice a week from work instead of 2. We did not raise the money we'd hoped to give to Bill, but we do have faith that there is a reason God said no to that prayer. Maybe this is another opportunity for a miracle. Maybe God wants Bill and his family to move to America and strengthen churches here. Maybe there will be another situation that will allow him to stay in Guatemala and glorify God. I don't know--but I believe that God blessed the desires we had that were according to his will.
1 John 5:14 This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.