As a single professional woman all my life I have never had enough money to adequately take care of myself. As a result I have always managed my money carefully. That skill is a blessing, but there is another side to that because I am a Jesus-follower and make a practice of giving offerings from every pay check. The Lord has been pleased with my open-handedness, but now that I am a senior on a fixed income I sometimes have needs that must go unmet.
As I watch Christian teachers on You Tube they talk about taking risks, most often in regard to stepping out to heal people but in traveling, and other ways, too. Risks in asking to pray for someone’s healing I can handle, but I don’t think making an air plane reservation without a credit card would work. Nevertheless, I’ve learned something. The Lord loves investors!
For sometime I have yearned to get training as an abuse counselor. The problem was a lack of money. Then someone gave me enough money to provide the first steps in DID (dissociative identity disorder) training. I only hesitated a moment before ordering the necessary books and CDs. This was money I would have kept back for paying my car license and insurance, and my phone. But when I stepped out to invest in the training I felt such an inner joy; I knew the sweet Holy One was pleased with my willing investment.
I quilt as a hobby and I have a green thumb, raising begonias in my north-facing apartment. My sewing machine must weigh forty pounds because it is all metal and about seventy years old. And my plants get leggy because of the lack of light during the long winter months.
This past week I noticed a large yard sale advertised in the local newspaper so I made a point of going. There was a computerized sewing machine there marked $20 and $20 was what I had in my purse, so I bought it. The owner gave me her name and phone number, and she worked only two blocks from my apartment building. She must have sensed that I had little money because she kept her eye on me and when I was ready to pay for my purchases, she paid for them! Enough filler for two quilts and two grow lights for my plants. Oh my goodness! I was so thrilled.
I thanked my beautiful Companion over and over and I knew He was as blessed as I was. He was the giver although the sewing machine owner was certainly an intermediary. And I was a surprised but greatly blessed receiver – I had not asked for a better sewing machine or for grow lights for my plants, but the precious Holy Spirit knew.
This beautiful incident reminds me of a parable in Matthew 25:14-30. The master planned to go on a long journey so he gave three of his servants each a talent of money. Two of the servants invested their money but the third servant buried his money in the back yard. When the master returned the first two men had earned more money with what the master had given them and were rewarded accordingly. The servant who buried his money to give back to the master was punished for his poor management.
Apparently the Lord has a purpose for me to get training to minister to DID survivors and because I chose to invest in obedience to His prompting, He is providing for me things that I need and even some that I would like to have. A valuable lesson taught by the Master Teacher.