In the last several days, I have spoken with three sister-friends, who are near and dear to my heart, who are struggling with a relationship issue. Ironically, each of their situations is not unique to them as I have been in each one already during my short 38 years. Towards the end of our conversations, they each asked me for my advice or opinion on their situation. My answer to all of them was about their faith being the key to it all. Reminding them of the thing they already know – that their relationship with God holds more weight than relationship with man/woman. And no matter what, all things work together for our good, no matter if we can see the big picture or not.
Because of these conversations, I was reminded of a time in my life where God took my little mustard seed faith and multiplied His promise to me. It came at a time when my faith was literally called to the carpet. I had just finalized my divorce a week before. I was grieving the life I used to have. I worried about my children being able to process this major life change. I wondered about my future and if I would have room in my heart to love again. But in the midst of it all, God made sure that I never forgot that He was (and still is) in absolute control. I wrote these thoughts in 2011, but the message still holds true today. And as my dear sweet sister-friends are dealing with their own tests, I want them to be encouraged that if He could do it for me, He will certainly do it for you!
December 1, 2011
On Sun, Nov 6 we had a guest preacher from South Carolina at church. The title of his sermon was “Pray This Prayer Now!” (The prayer was Be blessed; be fruitful and multiply.) His message was great and during the service, he said if you want to be blessed, bring your money to the altar and watch God. Of course there were those who ran to the altar, and then there were those who took the “slow stroll”. I was in the slow stroll. LOL! Not because I didn’t believe, but because I didn’t have anything to give. It is very rare that I don’t give money in church, but that Sunday I literally didn’t have it. I have an issue with writing a check to Jesus that will bounce. (I’m just saying.) So I sat and prayed, and I just kept thanking God for keeping and sustaining me through this year…this divorce, yet I didn’t have any tithes or anything. But the pastor kept saying, “I don’t want you to miss this blessing.” So I sat, and I prayed that God would bless all those people, who had it to give, with more than they could imagine…and I sat…. Probably after the fifth time he said it, I looked in my purse for at least a dollar, and that’s what I laid on the altar — $1. I know God is faithful; I’ve seen it time and time again, so I didn’t even think anything else about it.
On Fri, Nov 11, I took my oldest daughter to her hematologist for a check up. It wasn’t her regular check up, but this appointment was made a month in advance. I’m saying that this appointment was intentional — no accident. The meeting with the doctor was fine, even though he mentioned wanting to put her on new medication. I was still happy that she is in overall good health. But at the end of the appointment, he says “There is a doctoral student here that is surveying all parents who have children with sickle cell. Do you have 30 minutes to talk with her?” I said sure because I believe that the more data researchers can collect about this disease and those affected by it, the more services and resources will be available in the future for kids like her. I spoke with the doctoral student, and I completed the survey. Then she turns to me and says, “The compensation for this survey is $10,” and she handed me the cash. I surely didn’t do it with the expectation that there was compensation involved. Surprised, I said thank you and took my daughter to McDonald’s for being so patient.
And like some preachers say “Stay with me, I’m going somewhere…”
Over the next couple of weeks, a coworker asked me for help with his paper on the The Great Migration and blacks in America in the 1920s. He asked several other people, and none of them came through, but someone recommended me. We discussed the assignment and how I could help. I gave him the information that he needed on Wed, Nov 23, and he asked, “What is your time worth?” I laughed, and replied, “What do you think it’s worth?” He gave me $100.
But God was not finished, yet…
YESTERDAY… *I’m getting misty just typing it*…. YESTERDAY was payday. I didn’t realize it was, which is odd in itself, but when I text the bank to find out my balance, the numbers didn’t add up right. I went online, so I could really look at it, and it still didn’t add up right. I went a step further and logged on to print out my payroll statement, and there it was. My boss forgot to tell me that she submitted my name for a cash award worth… $1,000.
I could not let this day pass by without sharing with you all what God has done for me. Even though it was a financial blessing, I am more grateful for all the benefits that are NOT money. My mental health, physical health, and peace of mind are PRICELESS… and that’s what He has given me.
I hope that anyone who is reading this is inspired, blessed, and encouraged by this in some way. Praying that you have the courage to show that you have the faith of a mustard seed… or at least $1. Keep the faith, my dear sweet sister-friends.