Jehovah-jireh

Jehovah-jireh (יְהוָה יִרְאֶה) is a name that occurs in Genesis 22. It is, in fact, the name of the place where Abraham almost sacrificed Isaac in accordance with God's command...before God, of course, supplied a ram, giving a type of Christ. But anywho. I'm not talking about Abraham today. I just like the words Jehovah-jireh, not least because they sound supermegaawesome.

You see, Jehovah-jireh means "The Lord Will Provide", or something loosely along those lines. That's what the center reference dealie in my Bible says it means, so we'll go with that.

You will probably remember that, just yesterday, I was moaning and groaning about how much money I still have to raise. I ended that post proclaiming that $1100 was nothing to my God, and that I would, in keeping with a very beautiful song, "bow the knee" and give it to the Lord.

Did that.

I log on tonight to see my GE missionary account, in the rather melancholy way I've been doing it recently - log in, sighing, since I'm pretty sure it's not going to have been increased by much, and then quickly click off once I check the day countdown and my current balance. As I've mentioned, that hadn't changed much in the past week.

So, imagine my surprise - nay, my shock! - when I logged on this evening to discover that, wonder of wonders, I only lacked $413 in my missionary account.

I think it took me a minute to comprehend this change. At least, I'm pretty sure I sat there for a solid ten seconds before the praise music started in my head (only in my head, though. I didn't want to scare my dad. He's a bit jumpy). Turns out that somebody I don't even really know - he friended me on Facebook to partake in a political debate. Long story - had given me $1,000.

Yeah, you read that right.

$1,000.

So basically, I only lack roughly $113 total, if I were to put that $300 in my bank account in my actual missionary account.

Is my God awesome?

You bet.

29 days. $1100. Oh yeah. My God totally has this.

In other news, please pray for me. You see, I am without a bathroom. My mom carted the kids off to Oklahoma City for a weekend, and I stayed behind to help with CYIA preparations (today), and also to keep my dad company. I thought they'd be coming back tomorrow. I have just been informed that, since the toilet is in pretty bad shape, and won't be in 'til tomorrow or Saturday, and the tile won't be in 'till Sunday, they're staying away 'till Sunday. I mean, not that I mind the quiet. The quiet's awesome. It's just that the quiet can also be creepy, and I don't have a toilet.

So yes. My God's great, even though my bathroom's broken. Peace.

爱於耶穌,
~Liberty