God's Faithfulness

This week God asked me if I trusted Him. I guess I learned not always should've been my answer.

It was late last week that my admission counselor from the MAT program that I am applying to called me. He gave me some unexpected news - the news was although my application was due this Thursday (giving me a week) recommendation letters were due Monday... What? So I rushed emailing my two recommenders to plead with them to email them in as soon as possible and ended up leaving a voicemail for each as well. While praying for God to please get them in He asked me

Do you trust me?
I said - yes sure but please please please they need to be in by Monday!!!

The weekend roles by with the admission counselor calling me each day asking where the letters of recommendation were (he got quite annoying - but was only doing his job) and I got worried and worrieder... (yes intentional spelling) and God kept asking me
Do you trust me?

And my answer kept getting farther from a yes.

Monday I got a ticket from expired car tabs (we did see that one coming) and my phone stopped working. By midnight one letter of recommendation was in but the other was still missing. Tuesday going to get a new phone my car had problems starting and I had a fight with my spouse. I decided I was going to write a former professor and current friend and ask him to write a letter and God kept asking me - Do you trust me - So I wrote the professor and did not ask him to write a letter of recommendation I decided to wait it out.

Wednesday comes and goes and all day I am getting more and more anxious. Finally late Wednesday I am able to speak with the other recommender and she says that she was currently writing it. I relax. God, I ask, did you always know this was going to happen. Yes, he answers. I guess I should have trusted him all along.

Songtime

Just a song that has been playing on my heart.

Own Me:
Got a stack of books so I could learn how to live;
Many are left half-read covered by the cobwebs on my shelf.
And I got a list of laws growing longer everyday;
If I keep pluggin' away, maybe one day I'll perfect myself.
Oh, but all of my labor seems to be in vain;
And all of my laws just cause me more pain;
So I fall before you in all of my shame;
Ready and willing to be changed-

Own me
Take all that I am,
And heal me!
With the blood of the lamb.
Mold me with your gracious hand;
Break me till I'm only yours-
Own me!

You call me daughter,
And take my blame;
You run to meet me,
As I cry out your name,
So I fall before you in all of my shame,
Lord, I am ready to be changed

Aritist: Ginny Owens