Psalm 77:10-12
Then I thought, “To this I will appeal: the years when the Most High stretched out his right hand. I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago. I will consider all your works and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”
One month and two weeks. That's all. That is the time from now until I arrive in Israel. Wow. Can we just say that together one time? Ready? "WOW!" What a whirlwind two months it has been. Tuesday afternoon, I met with our pastor to share with him how this came about and how it all got swung into action. I loved telling the story, remembering what has happened in such a short time. As I left our meeting, I knew I had to write it down on this blog because I do not want to forget. There will be a time that I will need this reminder of what God has done for me, for my family.
On June 10, I
posted my desire to join our former church on this trip, one that is taken yearly. With a departure date of September 24th, I knew this was not a lot of time, but my spirit was so stirred, I knew this was the path I was to take.
June 13 found me
praying and believing that God was going to do this. That is also the day I went to take care of my passport. Although I had heard many horror stories and was even told it could take months to obtain, my child and I spent a whopping ten minutes at the post office and I was informed it would take three weeks to arrive (which it did). On
June 15, I had received $25 of the over $4000 I would need for this trip. Stressed? Oh, a little.
Six days later, on June 19, I
confessed so much of the filth in my own heart. Eww, so ugly, yet so refining to lay things out openly. Out of the darkness, it could no longer be used against me. I shared with our small group, and they were diligent to pray for me and hold me accountable. Not long after that, I was reminded that
God is always faithful, even though I am not.
June 22 rolled around and a friend called to inform me the plane tickets to Israel would be taking a very large jump in price the following day, so if I had the money, I needed to book my ticket. The price was $400 less than I thought it was, and as I realized the amount needed was the amount I had been provided already, I quickly hung up and called the travel agent to book my ticket. I was
humbled and rejoicing at how quickly God had moved. A mere
12 days, when the majority of the Israel team had been raising funds for over a year.
12 days, and the plane ticket was secured. However, not only did I need the ticket to Israel, I also needed a ticket to get myself to Nashville in order to join the group for departure. On that same day,
my favorite airline was running specials on all their flights. Using some points I had with them, my ticket to Nashville cost me a whopping $7 and I was able to purchase tickets for Andy and our sweet girl for a
very low price.
Fourteen days into this journey, I found myself, once again,
waiting for a miracle. It took me all of about one hour to go from rejoicing in having the plane ticket to Israel to worrying the land fees would not be raised. 60 minutes of thankfulness, that's all I had in me. How pitiful.
With a month remaining until I had to mail the land fees, we, as a family, took a day to
fast from all media in order to pray and see what God had for us. Although the day did not go fully as I had hoped, I was confident that God was still calling me to this journey. July 2 found me no closer to having the money for the
land fees, yet I believed God still had this for me to do.
The month of July was a flurry of activity, and I was hard pressed to find much down time, much less time to blog about my need to raise funds. By July 15,
half the money needed for the land fees had been provided. While I was well aware of what God had already done, I still had moments of doubt (imagine).
I mailed off a check for the land fees on July 25, even though not every penny had been provided. It was on August 2, that I stopped, briefly, and
stood in amazement at what God had done. While we lacked $500, my husband and I came up with a plan to cover that cost, or rather, my husband worked out all the details.
Even still, I have not had the opportunity to really sit and reflect back on this very short, very incredible journey. Not until I sat down to write out this post anyway. Again,
WOW GOD. As I sat talking with our pastor I said, "God so removed me from the process during the last month, that there is no possible way I can take credit. I had absolutely
nothing to do with it, it was all Him, and I can take no credit at all for it. I did nothing, as He had me fulfilling other commitments and focused on other aspects of life. All of a sudden, July had passed, it was August, and I realized: I am going to Israel!"
Wow God, wow.
In spite of having only two months, in spite of doing nothing except asking others for help, in spite of some funds promised but never received, in spite of my lack of attention to the matter, in spite of what others thought was possible,
God and God alone did this. For me, for such a time is this.
Wow.