Of God and his wonders...

Luke 6:38, " 'Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.' " -NIV

Some time last week I was contemplating this verse, and just in aww of what it says God will do. I don't quite remember how I got to it, or if I even read it. I was just whining a bit to God about not wanting to give up my share of money to him because I had so little (2 spendable dollars), but I thought about this verse and ended up giving it to God.

*Mini Sermon*

I am not trying to give you one of those "Give what you have, and God will give you what you want... a Ferrari FXX." I don't believe, scratch that, I KNOW this isn't what God meant in this verse.

It's a little like this, Jesus said if you have faith you can move mountains. People think "I have faith for a new sports car", but you don't really. As you draw closer to God you gain faith, and also you start to want what he wants. Thus as you are given the faith to ask for larger things you are continuously asking for things that God wants for you as well instead of personal desires. Any Questions?

*End of Mini Sermon*

So, yes this last weekend I was thinking to myself how God would provide (Didn't really know what he'd provide for though). I really thought he'd do something because of that verse he'd given me when I gave him my money.

Saturday passed to Sunday, and nothing happened. Then It came to Sunday, and I ended up going to the Mall to help fundraise. We got rejected. Then my mother asked me if I wanted to go to my Grandma's or not. It took me awhile cause I thought something interesting might happen at church, but I decided to go to Grandma's.

Time passed there as it usually does. My cousin and I were blowing things up with Black Cats, and sawing golf balls apart to see what's inside them (My Cousin lives next door to my Grandma). Supper time came so I meandered back inside, and sat down to hot dogs and such. Some random table conversation was going on.

I never figured out who brought up the next conversation topic, but some how we started talking about camp, and I said I was a little sad I couldn't go. My mom started explaining my sibling's and my connection with the camp. Then my Grandma offered to pay for it! I kind of fought her for awhile because, well she's family (not to mention the late fee). But I felt the God poke again. He was reminding me of the Luke 6:38. I figured God had something planned for me at camp. So I gave in, and next thing I know I had a check that covered all of the camp fees!!!

So I was slightly in a state of shock when I got home. I started thinking "I don't have the paper work, and camp is next week!", this bugged me for a couple hours, but then I got another God poke. He was bugging me to check my garbage in my room.

I knew there had to be a reason I hadn't cleaned my room! Anyways, there it was in the trash bin.

Ha! you thought that was the end of the story! It would be except for one minor detail that most people would glance over. There were TWO permission slips in the garbage. Next thing I know I got my friend to see if he could go. I thought this whole thing was designed by God, and my friend is probably supposed to have a God experience at camp too! I handed him the paperwork today, and about an hour and a half ago confirmed that he could go as well.

That's my amazing story for now! It's not finished though. My friend and I still have to have an amazing experience of some sort at camp next week. I'll post it when I get back.

Until then God bless you!