I'm home now...what a funny thing. And what a whirlwind!!! I stepped into all these places which have God's orchestration all over them. I can see that He has gone before me and placed all these things into a perfect sequence so that I walk in and am given financial providence and favor with people...it's just crazy.
Example (from yesterday, the first day I was home): I walk out of church and talk to a friend who tells me there's going to be a missions board meeting that day, would I like to come and talk about my trip? Would I ever! I go, spin my spiel, and they ask me questions (two of the people there didn't know me from Adam and kept a poker face while I talked--a little disconcerting). I leave the room, they vote and I am given the remainder of the money I need to go on my missions trip this summer. Stunning, no? I was a little shocked to say the least.
Then I walk onto a school campus this afternoon and fill out one form and them am invited to help out in the kindergarten classrooms. I had gone to this school when I was in the sixth grade--and people still remembered me. I was literally invited into that place and I hope to spend time in more than the kindergarten classrooms, but I get to start there, and I'm thrilled!
I want to start a prayer group at my church--that was one thing I felt I needed to do when I got home...pray for me, that I move forward on that :) I just need to arrange a space for us to meet on Mondays and I need much direction from God--no, I need every direction from God in how He wants this prayer group to operate. This will be attacked, no doubt. God's people gathering together to link arms and call out to their loving Father who fights for them--that's a powerful thing. We must be on guard against every attack that will come and keep pushing forward, relying on our God for the strength. His is the power, the grace, the protection, everything we need...we just need to ask for it. And ask for it we shall!
Going forth in the mighty name of Jesus. To Him be the glory.
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