We paid off our credit cards and medical bills today. This was an impossible feat in my husband’s eyes. I just prayed. I didn’t dare stare the beast of finances in the face in fear I too would become a skeptic.
When anticipating 2014, I wanted something different than the empty goals and promises I made each year. I wanted to dare to surrender everything to God and to ask big things…to stop putting Him in a box and to lay it all out. One insane thing I asked was that God would “heal our finances” and to “slather our finances in healing salve.”
Yeah, it was kind of a silly prayer, but it was honest and yearned for. I didn’t know what healing our finances would look like, but I knew it was a process that was over our heads and a process that was best left to the healer of all things.
I looked for jobs. Full-time. Part-time. Night-time. Really, I was desperate. Some possibilities I pursued, and those doors closed (some even slammed in my face). Having my two kiddos complicated things slightly as far as daycare, too. Then the Lord conjured up a conversation between two women at my church, one of which knew I was looking for a job, and this produced my phone number to give, a phone call, a meeting, and a job twenty-four hours later. I was now employed full-time in my home, watching a little girl only two weeks younger than Olivea.
This was my answer! I KNEW it had to be! I started to write out plans of how to use this little extra income to our advantage! I wanted to pay off debt. I wanted to take a few camping trips this summer. I wanted enough money to cover the weddings I was participating in this year. This was God’s answer, so I thought.
But as winter rolled on, it was pretty clear that the only thing my income was to buy was a little food and lots of heat.
I kept praying. My hubby kept worrying (don’t get me wrong, Tyler is a great man! I’m the optimist and he’s the pessimist. I’m the dreamer and he’s the realist. Somehow this marriage works magnificently.).
There was one instance we were completely out of money. It just happened to be the time the propane prices were through the roof and we were the lucky ones that needed it just then to stay warm. An oversight by the insurance company and miraculously, a check came our way. Other little things, “coincidences” happened, and my faith immediately was strengthened and only grew. Mister Realist’s faith, well, it started to surface.
Was this God answering my silly prayer? He was answering it so beautifully and ironically with no help from me.
The devil always tries to break newly-stretched faith as soon as he sees it. It wasn’t long after our little victories that somehow we got an overdraft in our checking account. Apparently, only three dollars off and literally minutes missed of noticing. That was an extra thirty dollars we definitely could have used towards diapers or food or heat. Tyler and I had a mini World War III. Yes, over thirty dollars. It didn’t take much, did it? But to us, man, thirty bucks was like gold!
I kept praying my goofy prayer. The Lord was providing, so it must’ve not been too weird. I kept believing. God had already provided in ways we couldn’t have even predicted, why would he lack now? We might only have a dollar in our checking account, but we definitely had more than we could possibly ever need.
Early April, we went to get our taxes done. This has never been an enjoyable experience for us. Not that we ever did anything illegal or had any horrific experience, but we always got less money than we were hoping or we had to pay in. This year, well, this year was totally different.
This year, we had MORE THAN ENOUGH of a return to pay all our credit card debt and hospital bills and even have some left over.
We were dumbfounded. Yes, people sat down with us to explain how we received what we did, but to us, we didn’t care. This wasn’t a gift from the government or a tax break or a portion from the wealthy, this was a blessing from our God. I mean, after all, isn’t it all His anyway?
I was never looking for a handout or a sudden surge of money. I mean, I’ve lived enough life now to realize handouts can be amazing at times, but hard work and the waiting can be even better. I didn’t think He would give us money, but then I really didn’t know what He would do. All I knew was that I longed for Him to heal us financially. But somehow, in one thirty minute period of paperwork and numbers, the Lord paid it all.
Is that the answer to my prayer? Yes, but there’s so much more…I’m only guessing.
And as I was lying in bed, mulling over the craziness of our God and His storehouses in heaven, I couldn’t but wonder how much more debt He has paid for me.
He gave His very life. He paid my gigantic bill of sin…with His own suffering and His own blood. There was no way I could have paid it myself, racking up my bill minute by minute and sometimes moment by moment. But this wild God, He paid it all.
Can I just praise Him? Can I just shout His magnificence all over this huge cyber world and let all of mankind know that this God is astonishing? He knows your need, whether financial or physical or spiritual or even emotional…He knows your brokenness and your longing and your chaos and your craving and He hears you. He sees you. He knows you. He adores you. He loves to provide in the most impossible ways and He loves to come through when you think it’s too late and hopeless. And what is more miraculous is that even if you are crying out to Him and your circumstances may not be visibly changing around you, something is happening. Whether it is your circumstances or it is you, Jesus holds you in the midst of it all.
See, His greatest gift is not that He can give and provide at a whim, but His greatest gift is Himself. Your world could shatter in complete chaos, but the acceptance and tenderness and love from my affectionate God is more precious than any object or thing His hand could give.
So the Lord paid it all! He paid off my credit cards and hospital bills! He renewed my hope and faith and made this dreaming Manda a little more normal. The Lord eased our load and released me from my sin! But more importantly, my God heard my cry and in the dark and confusing moments, He held me. He continues to hold me.
This is my God. He’s so much bigger than my words can convey. He is more able than we can conceive and He is more intimate than we give Him credit for.
In Ephesians 3, “Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.”
Amen, oh Lord, Amen!