switching digits (a story of God's provision)

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once again, we're plugging along doing the daily tasks of boiler room work and we realize that there aren't enough funds in the account to do payroll. 

my immediate response, if i'm honest, is not what i would like to be able to tell you it is. that is to say, i do not immediately say, "bless God. thank you for this opportunity to trust you even more!" and then carry on with carefree abandon. i worry. i calculate. i brainstorm solutions. i start to remember who might owe us money. i get a little resentful. i feel like quitting. i try to scheme ways to make more money. 

that's rather embarrassing, isn't it? but i'm telling you because maybe you can relate. and maybe what you and i need to be reminded of is not that those are -- obviously -- "wrong" reactions, but that Father knows and sees it all and isn't shocked or dismayed. and, furthermore, His gracious response to us is not dependent on our emotional perfectionism in response to life's curve balls. 

He is kind because it's His nature. He provides because He is a good Father. 

so while i was sitting here today beginning to wring my hands together while trying to pretend that i was keeping my cool, i started to do some calculations. my process went something like this:

ok, we're only getting about 50% of our paycheck this time, so what is 50% of the usual amount? add that to what i will earn doing photo work... 

wait a minute, that number i recorded in our budgeting software as the amount we were paid last time doesn't look quite right. 

oh, it's a few hundred less than what it should be. 

ah! that's because i switched around the middle two digits of the number

looking back to the pay period before that one.... i did it there, too...

so that means that i thought we had $_00 less than we actually have. i didn't spend that money because the budget software didn't think we had it!

wait.... so we have $_00 to carry over into December... and that number is just a touch higher than that which will be missing from our next paycheck amount...

[laughing aloud, alone at my computer]: God! you are hilarious! you are so funny! that is so awesome! you just made me save all that money without knowing it because you knew we would need it!

so in spite of myself, my incredibly gracious God has answered my worried prayers. He created an administrative error and left me blinded to it so that now we are suddenly actually quite well provided for. such an unexpected avenue of provision, the switching of digits. twice. 

this is for you, too, friends. He is so kind. pray emboldened by this testimony for those places where you are in need, and wait for Him to answer you. just know that it might be unexpected and rather creative. all glory to Him.

::brooke::

come away with me

As the prayer week transitions into regular rhythm, it has been good to draw near to the Lord.  Yesterday morning as she was praying, Jenn sensed the Lord speaking the Norah Jones song, Come Away with Me.  Associating it with vacation times, she felt like the Father was simply calling her, calling us to come away with Him.  To spend time resting in His arms.  Hearing her made me think of this verse for us all "Therefore I am now going to allure you;  I will lead you into the wilderness and speak tenderly to you."  (Hosea 2:14).  I think the Lord desires us to draw near to Him so He can address us.

As we look at the rest of the week, we only have five open slots remaining.  Two are today, Wed 11a and 1p.  One tomorrow morning during the night watch Th 4a and one early Friday morning Fr 12a and in the beginning of the evening,  6p. Consider joining us in setting aside some time for Him and click here to sign up for one of the remaining slots.

 

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of a prayer space

Last Sunday morning I heard the people of Georgetown CRC reflect on their first ever week of 24-7 prayer.

As individuals spoke about their respective slots in the prayer space, I heard them speak of the prayer room as a place of peace and comfort. I heard them describe a closeness to the Father. Some even wondering if the feeling they felt in the prayer room must be similar to what the priests must have felt in the Holy of Holies, standing in the presence of the Living God.

I heard people marvel at how quickly an hour of prayer could pass. I heard them describe discovering new and intriguing ways to pray. Some so encouraged by this space for prayer that they just had to sign up for another slot.

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I heard them speak of how this prayer space fostered a sense of community among them. How the prayers and scriptures written on the walls represented encouragement given and received. And heart cries seen, heard and prayed for and with. A family drawn together in a space to edify and intercede for one another.

Best of all, I heard some recognize that they are a part of a prayer movement around the globe that believes that what happens in a prayer room can change the heart of the one praying, can change a church, can change a community, can change a city, can change the world. 

An encounter with a Living God is nothing short of miraculous. How beautiful that he would meet us in these prayer spaces. How beautiful that he would be about the work of redemption. And how beautiful is it that he, the Creator of all, would welcome us to be a part of his redeeming work in the world. 

How beautiful that as we open our hearts to him in a prayer space, he would surprise us! And in turn fill our hearts and our mouths with stories of his goodness. And gift us with the faith that, yes, something as "simple" as a prayer could change the world. 

Casey