I had the prophetic promise all would be well. Truth be told, I also thought that the total and complete victory would come about in a way that would make me an Erin Brockovich of sorts. In this case, I'd be a Christian insurance transformer that wore modest clothes, of course. The more my mind took over God's promise, I was just sure the insurance folks were going to apologize too. My ideas crashed at the foot of the cross during that service. Before Brian left for rehearsal we looked at the final letter from insurance. All appeals exhausted. No options left. We were left with $8500 in therapy bills to pay as soon as possible. I looked up and realized the choir was off the platform and the pastor from Victory was speaking. He was sharing the church's testimony. As much as I wanted to keep my anxiety rolling, this man's words captivated me. "Time and time again folks asked me for a definition of what God was doing in our church because some really new and great things were happening. Every time I tried to explain, I just couldn't. It was then I realized I can't put God in the box. You can't define how He's going to 28 JASMINE'S PLACE Before Brian left for rehearsal we looked at the final letter from insurance. All appeals exhausted. No options left. We were left with $8500 in therapy bills to pay as soon as possible. work. You just have to let Him work in the ways He wants to." I nearly ran forward for the altar call, tears blinding my steps. It was time to let God out of my total and complete insurance victory box, a box He was never in to begin with. I drove home free of that pit in my stomach. Reality existed, insurance was waiting, but God was on the throne. As soon as I walked in the front door I noticed the answering machine blinking. I pressed play as I took my jacket off and helped the kids take care of their things. It was a voice I knew well that was hundreds of miles away. They were part of my prayer team interceding about the insurance situation. I froze when their words registered.