I love God-stories. It’s always encouraging when we encounter God’s amazing hand of provision, and then we can share with each other and bolster our faith in His promises.  Yesterday at small group I recounted one of those stories, but had no idea how sweet the story really was…

We’ve been talking about Generosity, and it seems that everywhere I look (I’m reading 2 Corinthians right now) God is urging us to give, to freely give, to invest in the Kingdom of God.  It’s awesome, and I’m excited to see all that God is doing. So yesterday at small group, one couple was being tested in their faith in God, and I shared this story, from my way back college ministry days, way before Jeff and I were married or even an item or even liked each other…

We were donation supported missionaries, which meant that you had no idea how much money you would make each month, but the one thing you were guaranteed was that it wouldn’t be much.  I lived on about $500/month, and that included rent.  Well in the process of learning to trust God for my finances, this one month I sensed Him leading me, very clearly, to commit to supporting some missionaries to Brasil $25/month. It wasn’t a lot, but it was for me, especially on top of tithing the puny 10% of little income.  So I committed to it.  The next month, I received my paycheck and my heart sunk.  It was less than my rent.  Now I knew God stretched dollars, but this just didn’t add up. I had to pay rent and didn’t have enough money.  And I had committed to these missionaries!

So that morning I went for a long walk with roommate, cried, and prayed to God, asking Him to provide. I very clearly sensed God asking me to write the check to the missionaries FIRST.  Before I worried about rent, write the gift check first.  So, I so clearly remember going to class (I was in a one-year Bible/ ministry training school at the time), and during a break sitting there with shaky hand writing out that $25 check.  Ok, Lord. I still had told no one about my money situation.

From class I went straight to our college-ministry staff meeting.  I was discouraged and near tears, but didn’t want to share with them why.  God kept just putting on my heart to trust Him in this.  I kept quiet.  About halfway through our meeting, our administrator poked his head in and asked me to come into his office.  I walked in and sat down, “Yes?”  “Well,” he responded, “I don’t know why, but you just received an $800 gift from an anonymous donor.”  My jaw dropped as my eyes filled up with tears. What?! I had never received $800 in a whole month, ever! Let alone as a BONUS! Let alone as an anonymous gift at the very MOMENT that I needed it.  I thanked him profusely, took my check, and beaming from ear to ear went back to the meeting, holding my secret kiss from God safely in my pocket.

I’ve always said I’ll carry that story with me to the grave. God has provided in lots of “bigger” ways I suppose since then, but that was such a vivid example to me, during a season when I was single, longing to be married and “taken care of” by someone, but trusting God to be my provider.  I’ll always remember writing that $25 check. And I’ll always remember sitting there, tears streaming down my cheeks about how sweet my God is to me.

So yesterday at small group I told that story again.  I’ve shared it several times over the years, and it seemed like an appropriate time.  Afterward we drove home, talking about various things, went to bed, life going on as usual.

But then this afternoon I received an unexpected text message.  From Jeff.  It read:  “I have a confession. I know who gave you that check. But they had no idea what your circumstances were.”  Again, my jaw dropped. What?  Really?!

Tonight as Jeff walked in the door I stood looking up at him, hands on my hips, and smiled.  “It was YOU?”  He grinned.  “I just thought it was time you should know.”  The story is still as amazing, because Jeff had no idea how in-need I was at the time. He just sensed it was the right thing to do. Plus, he insists that it proves how much he liked me back then (which I insist isn’t true). In his words: “I never gave any money to the other staff!” 🙂

How like God to not only shower me with His love in such a tangible way, but to even use my future husband to do it.  To show me that even when I felt alone and vulnerable, He was using a co-worker brother in the Lord, who would become my husband, to care for me.  It still amazes me.

So the story still has me amazed. Now I’m not in awe of the anonymity, but of how cool of God is, how creative, and how great His love is for us.  Thank you, babe, for that first check you gave me, and for all the paychecks ever since. 🙂

2 thoughts on “A Secret Revealed”

  1. WHAT??!! That was Jeff!? Haha, how incredible! I still remember that story vividly, and I love that he waited so many years to tell you. What a treasure. Thanks for telling us! 🙂

  2. wow! Love this story and the ending. I never heard you share this one. Crazy because I was just emailing a friend about the same thing of trusting God with our finances even when the numbers don’t add up. This is exactly one of the key things I’m learning right now. I think reading this is a way of God affirming what he is teaching me. Love it!

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