Thank you, thank you, thank you

Here is another story of generosity from las week at Indian Creek. Shana and Mark Sowles share this story. 

I had the first real night's sleep in a while last night, and I just want to say thank you, to not only you and the rest of the staff at ICCC but also to our entire congregation. I watched the video about adoption during the service. Afterwards, you said something like — who wouldn't want to be a part of a story like that? I remember thinking to myself, I'd LOVE to be the person giving! Never did I think we would be the ones receiving.


It's hard to take charity. It's hard to depend on someone else. It's hard to lean on the community for support. You always want to think you've got it all under control. Lately, Mark and I have been spiralling out of control financially.  Through it all though, we've leaned on each other, cried with each other, prayed with each other and told each other that God would provide, somehow, someway, He'll provide. He always has.


But the waiting on Him has been hard. Sometimes, I just felt like being mad at Him or screaming at Him or doubting His plan, but I always came back to KNOWING that He's in control and TRUSTING that.


Sunday, He surprised us again, and we are so proud to know it was our church family He used to surprise us. I was preparing for the offering, and as I scrambled through my purse for money, change, anything to put into the offering bucket what I found was a measly .76 cents. That's all we had this week. Not even my checkbook, because I haven't been carrying that because we'd probably bounce any check I wrote anyway. But that .76 went into the offering bucket gladly. When you said there would be a reverse offering, both Mark and I choked back tears. We felt like, wow, was this our answer to prayers? But then as the baskets came back our way, I couldn't even look at it. Our need was great, but there were surely others whose needs were more important. We were crying and singing and holding hands and we just let that basket pass us by.


When the service ended, we were getting up to leave when it appeared that you MATERIALIZED in front of us. I don't know how you knew to come talk to us, or why, or whether it was just coincidence, but to us it was divine intervention. It was all I could do to not break down even further. Then to find out that there was enough in that offering bucket to hold the tide back from us a little more, so we at least have a CHANCE to catch up. WOW. My heart was overwhelmed.


It was an awesome reminder to NEVER give up on God. He will give us what we need WHEN we need it. Not when we think we're going to need it. We've still got some things to work on, but nothing was as urgent as what we were able to pay today. It reminds us that it is not charity to receive God's love. It reminds us that we are SUPPOSED to depend on someone else — our heavenly father. It reminds us why we come to church every chance we get — because the Church, with a big C, is a family of believers who look out for each other. It reminds us that WE'RE not the ones who are supposed to be in control, that God is.


Thank you. I can't say it enough. I know it was God at work, but our church family allowed Him to work through them, through you, on our behalf. For that, we are eternally grateful.

Gary Kendall:  Can you tell God is at work?  What's next? How will you let Him work with you?