The total was a larger amount than I'd seen in my 14 years of full-time, "faith-supported" missions.
See, just a few days earlier, I was rounding the corner in my Saturn with a backseat full of students, happily headed out for ice cream. When my engine lost power, we pushed it off the street and called a mechanic friend, who clucked his tongue sympathetically and said some ominous things about the engine.
In short: Charlotte the Saturn was done taking YWAMers out for ice cream – or anywhere.
But that wasn't my only need. I'd been using a very old, borrowed laptop ever since mine had had a run-in with a leaky ceiling. And I needed to buy a plane ticket to Nicaragua, soon.
So I totaled up my needs, took a deep breath, and asked God what to do.
He reminded me of this promise, from Matthew 6:
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? ... See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?
So I prayed and obeyed, making the need known in the ways he directed me to. And sure enough, the money for Nicaragua came in in no time. A friend called and offered to purchase me a new laptop. And when I got back to the country, enough money had been raised to purchase a new car.
Not only that, he provided for the things I wasn't aware of: just a few weeks later in the ER, as I waited to get wheeled in for a CT scan*, I thought to myself, "I wonder if my insurance covers this?" And I heard his whisper, gently reminding me, "It's covered." He wasn't talking about my policy, I knew: he was talking about his faithfulness.
He takes pretty good care of me.