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Mark 9:24

I am sitting in the UNO Arts and Sciences building right now.  Waiting...waiting...waiting upon the Lord to do something.  I didn't expect this whole road block on my way to France.

Worst-case scenario:  I go next semester instead.  I know He wants me to go.

Best-case scenario:  I go this semester on a grant or something!

"Jesus asked the boy's father, 'How long has he been like this?' 
'From childhood,' he answered.  'It has often thrown him into fire or water to kill him. But if you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.'  
'If you can'? said Jesus. 'Everything is possible for him who believes.'
'Immediately the boy's father exclaimed, 'I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!'"
--Mark 9:21-24

I feel like the man in the gospels that cried out to Jesus for my unbelief that He could change my situation.  I hate grieving the Holy Spirit in my doubting.  He provided quail and manna for Israel, even with their ungrateful attitudes.  Someday I am going to need this faith to continue on some task like owning a coffee farm or running a coffee shop (*grins*) that God has called me to, and I'll look back and remember how He provided miraculously in my own life.  Just as cacti store up water for later use, God is storing up lots and lots of faith for me.

"Lord, help me to be thankful for EVERYTHING you give me.  Even this time of testing (James 1).  You are more.  You are BIGGER than money, and you say in your word that I am worth far more than many sparrows.  Trusting you will do what you will."


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