A story to tell

So I have discovered how much I love to tell stories. I know that is shocking for some of you (tongue firmly planted in cheek) but stay with me here. Not only do I love to tell stories but I’ve found that I really really really love to tell stories about Jesus.

Stories about the love of Jesus.

About the mercy and grace of Jesus.

About the provision of Jesus.

About how cool it is to live with Jesus as my savior and best friend (even on the bad days).

So I have a new story to tell. When we moved to North Carolina, we had (and still have) one car. The car that Laura had before we got married. It’s serviceable but it ain’t a limo. It has a lot of miles on it and pulls kinda weird to the right when you brake etc. We knew that we were probably going to have another vehicle. Problem was (and is) that we don’t have the money to buy a car. So we’ve been getting by on one vehicle. It helps that we’ve both been unemployed and live really close to campus.
Anyway, we knew we were going to have to have another vehicle at some point in time. So we prayed. We prayed that somehow, in His perfect timing, God would provide another vehicle. See, I see things like this: everything on this planet, indeed in the universe as we know it belongs to The Creator. So, it’s already all His so I figure that if He wants to share, that’s cool. If not, that’s cool too. It is His after all.
Today, God spoke.
Today, God answered our prayer out of His riches. And I’m still trying to wrap my head totally around it.
I was in chapel this morning when my dad texted me, asking me to call him when I could. So I called my dad while walking home. He told me that someone had walked into his office this morning, asking if we still needed another vehicle. He said we did and asked why. This person (and I have no idea who they are) then told my dad that they had felt that God had told them to give us their car. Let me say that again. They were just giving away a car. Out of faith. Out of obedience. Out of love.
Amazing.
I just started laughing. Because I didn’t know what to say or what else to do. Because all I could see in my mind was a picture of Jesus standing there with a huge smile on his face, watching his child unwrap their present. Watching his child, his friend as their eyes light up with surprise and joy and laughter. “It’s just what I wanted,” we cry! And he smiles and says, “That’s why I got it for you.”
Oh my friends, don’t miss this! Jesus loves us and he provides for us! If we will be faithful and obedient, he will provide! It won’t be easy but Jesus himself is with you, in you (if you know him). I knew when we launched out on this adventure that we would utterly fail without the One True God. But I also believed (and still do) that He will provide. I don’t know how and I don’t need to know. But I promised Jesus that I would never stop telling his stories, nor will I.
God is good, my friends! God is faithful, even when we are not. Fall on your knees and thank Him for His faithfulness!