½ mile from my home in Oregon, is a logging road. It goes up a very
steep hill. I loved to walk to the top of that hill and look out a large
green scenery. It was my favorite place to go pray and journal. One day
my mind was troubled by upcoming payments to go to Peru, and the fact I
was still $1000 short. As I sat up on that hill, I was reminded of the
quote, “Sometimes that mountain you’ve been climbing is just a grain of
sand. When you figure out love is all that matters after all, it makes
everything else seem so small.”
I felt God telling me to trust him
for the money, and to keep my focus on showing his love to those around
me. I told God that I was placing my trust in him, that he would provide
that $1000. Sure enough, just days before the deadline, I was handed a
check for $1000!
Our 2nd to last day
of ministry in Peru; I was with a group of little girls, spinning them
in circles. I got worn out after a bit, and told them no more. I sat
down for a little break and started talking with one of the girls, when I
felt a gentle slap on my knee. I looked down and there was a little
boy, maybe 8 months old, propped up on my knee. I picked him up and
about that time his mom came over. She talked some about how long she
had lived in the village, and told me her kids names and ages, and how
they all worked on crafts to try to make money. After a while the woman
asked if I was American. I told her I was. She began to cry, and asked
if I could take her baby to America to find a better family.
shocked! After a lot more emotional conversation, I learned that her
husband had been laid off, and they were running out of money for food.
She told me that lunch the day before, was the last time she had eaten,
and that her kids had not had food since dinner.
I told her I would
be right back. I got several friends, and went back to the bus to make a
bunch of PBJ sandwhiches. Once we had filled up a bag, I brought it to
her. I told her the story of how I was $1000 short for being able to
come, and that I trusted God, and last minute it was provided. I handed
her the bag and told her to trust God that by the time that food was
gone, her husband would have a new job. The woman looked at me, then at
the bag, then at her son, and then she burst into tears, apologizing to
her baby. She said that she had been so desperate for an answer to
her struggles, that she thought giving her children away was the only
hope for them. But now she knew to pray for help. Later that day the
woman came back with all six of her children, and they all came to
become a Christian.