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
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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.