Has is been two months since I blogged?
Well, so much has happened. It has been a faith journey to say the least.
God has provided three miracles in our lives and we only need two more. Please pray that we will have positive resolution of our house in Kentucky and that Amanda will find employment in Maine, or alternatively that funding will come in such that she can work beside me in the regional office.
For those who don't know we are in the middle of a move to Maine. God has shown Himself faithful throughout the journey, though I have had several "Lord I believe, help my unbelief" moments. I'll spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that my faith has been stretched, my body has been affected by the stress, and I more than once wanted to quit at life.
There came a moment when I could take no more, that I told God, "you called us, we followed, now you have to clean up the mess in our wake". And He has. If you will step out in faith, God will take care of the wake. Not when you want it, or when you think you need it, but on time. Bishop Tim Hill preaches a sermon where one his points is that in some battles, Victory = Survival. How true. We are victorious. We are more than conquerors.
There is a passage in Isaiah 35 that says "the parched ground shall become a pool." The word for parched ground here is sharab (shaw-rawb') which means quivering glow (of the air), expec. the mirage -- heat, parched ground. Mirage! The mirage shall become a pool. That thing which you saw that others told you was not real -- that mirage -- shall become a pool. God knows your mirage, He knows what you've seen that wasn't there. He knows your hopes, dreams, the desires of your heart. To me that sounds an awful lot like the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things NOT seen.
Our visions, our dreams, our mirage, can become reality if we just have faith. The mirage shall become a pool. Reality. Faith will become sight. Don't we often give up when we realize that there is no substance to our dreams, that they were "just a mirage"? That's where faith begins. When there is no substance to our hopes, faith is the substance. When there's no evidence of victory, faith is the evidence. When faith becomes sight is when our mirage becomes a pool.
Continue to pray for the Woodruff family. Three miracles down, two to go.