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His provision

Last night during our Church @ The Lake service, we heard a testimony from one of our attenders.  He and his wife have been trying to purchase a home in foreclosure and have met resistance with the banking industry.  Last night, he reported the bank had accepted the offer and they had been asked to put a down payment into escrow.  They did not have the funds, but trusted God would provide.  The following morning the money was in their account.  Something had been due to them and it was finally credited to their account that night.  God answered prayer and provided a home and the funds to get the closing process started.

It got me thinking again this week about how He has also provided for Steve and I this past month.  We lived with my parents until the retirement community rules dictated we had to leave.  With no place to go and no funds to rent a place, an RV was offered up.  We moved in and were told there would be a larger one available in August.  The people moved out June 30th and the place is currently being cleaned and readied for us to move in.  We are living rent/utilities free and it is on 400 beautiful lakefront acres as well.

Steve felt the call to Pastor his own church.  We told a few key people and asked for prayer.  After one meeting, this church was put on the table.  Within a couple of months, we were asked to meet a selection committee and offered the position.  We moved to Florida 5 weeks later.  We have known men who have sent out, too numerous to count numbers, of resumes and waited more than a year to be asked to interview with a committee.  God provided Steve with a Pastorate in a few months.  I searched and searched for a job both prior to coming and after arrivng in Florida.  It was denial after denial and then a chance conversation with my mom and a doctor got me an application, an interview and now a job.  God's provision of the right place for me to be.

I could tell you of so many instances of financial struggle in which money arrived that met the need.  When I was in nursing school and not even a believer, I would be out of money and out of groceries and my mom would send a $25 gift certificate to Winn Dixie or an unexpected refund from my car insurance would come in the mail.  We have seen God provide exactly the amount needed to cover a mission trip when the person did not have the funds needed to go.  OASIS was in desparate need of a permanent structure and was searching for property, but could find nothing.  We were offered two buildings, 10,000 square feet for the remaining balance on the mortgage - $120,000.  The property was valued at a little over $1 million.  Something the church could not have afforded.  God provided the structure for a mere 1/10 of the value.

God knows your need.  God can provide for that need.  God wants you to trust him to come through for you.  Why?  Because your testimony is more valuable than anything else.  It is what connects you to another person.  It gives you credibility.  It makes a believer out of people who hear what great things He has done.   I encourage you to tell God what you need, believe He will do it and sit back faithfully and watch Him work.  You won't be disappointed.

In His service
Mally

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