Couple that teeny tiny faith with a get-stuff-done-right-now, hardheaded, put-up-your-dukes sorta personality and what you have is a frustrated-at-the-state-of-a-broken-world-ticking-time-bomb-getting-stuff-done-at-an-alarming-rate woman giving God a hand because she thinks the slow way of Jesus is just too dang slow. Jesus forgive me.
I have been this woman in every place God has ever put me, Jesus help me and everybody around me.
But lately, living in the midst of need that is so vast, so overwhelming, and so endless it knocks the wind right out of you, I’ve found myself with the tiniest faith of my life. And to be brutally honest with you, I’ve been tempted to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the suffocating need around me. I’ve been tempted to believe the absolute truth that the poor will always be with us, while buying the lie that that truth gives me a pass on having to love the poor. I’ve been tempted to buy the lie that big box non-profits have a monopoly on God’s money. And I’ve been tempted to believe that my online voice here is one more clanging cymbal in an online symphony of noise begging for one slice of bread when it would take manna raining down from heaven to feed my neighbors.
I have doubted that the King of the world is a very good king and I have doubted that He has enough resources in His kingdom to lavish His children with every good and needful thing.
But last week, when I sat around a table and heard a chorus of believers saying We don’t have the resources necessary to meet the needs of our girls. God took my smaller than a mustard seed faith and blew fresh belief into all my doubting. He took the overwhelming need of our middle school girls and used it to stir up enough anger at the injustice of it all to remind me that the need had gone unmet because we had failed to simply ask.
So I asked.
I swallowed down the thought that my asking would sound like a clanging cymbal and I asked. I shut out the thought that some would challenge the need or call it unnecessary and I asked. I laid down the thought that I was exploiting my neighbors by sharing their lack and I asked. And I asked for the bare minimum that I thought would supply our need for one school, for one school year.
And guess what?
God gave and gave and gave.
He used 132 women from 20+ states to lavish our 170 girls with more than 26,000 maxi-pads.
He rained down enough pads from heaven to pad 5 schools on the wrong side of the tracks for an entire school year.
He took my laughable request for 3,000 pads and said Here’s 26,00. Let me know if you need some more. And by the way, because you made the need known and then asked for others to meet it, my girls in Texas and Arkansas and Iowa and Oklahoma and South Carolina are getting their needs met, too. We’re gonna pad America, one Amazon shipment at a time. Isn’t this the most fun ever?
Once again, I am sitting over here at Target crying into my iced coffee at the audacious love of God that He would delight in making Himself known to us by way of a house full of maxi-pads. To think that when I’m old and gray, this will be the story I choose to tell my grandkids when I tell the story of how God grew my teeny tiny faith into something wild and free and mountain moveable. This is hilariously funny to me.
I cannot find the words to thank you for your zealous desire to love on the girls in my city. You have lavished our public schools with tangible grace that conveys the message that God sees and knows and wildly loves and I am forever grateful for your local and long distance partnership with the kingdom work happening here.
And lastly, I cannot thank you enough for unknowningly standing in the gap between me and Jesus this week. Every note you penned, every message you typed, every text message you sent and every visit you made, was like a love letter from Jesus to me. Your lavish love and kindness have been tangible reminders to me that Jesus sees me and knows me and intimately loves my wandering heart enough to keep running after it.
Because I cannot write over a hundred thank you notes, I had a local gal, named Tina* handletter a downloadable printable for you that reads Help Is On The Way. About thirty of you spoke this word to me this past week so it seemed fitting to have it handlettered for you all. Print it on cardstock, frame it and then tattoo that truth on your heart. You can download it here—-> Help is on the way_pdf
I love you guys. You are the fresh wind the Holy Spirit constantly uses to blow fresh faith into my dry bones. So. What are we going to do next?
*You can find Tina on Instagram here!