This past week has probably been the most refining week of the last 13 1/2 months. Never before has so much of my sin surfaced. Never before has the grace, mercy and love of God been more evident to me. Never before have I understood why it’s God’s kindness that leads us to repentance. And never before have I been humbled by my complete dependence on and desire for God.
Back story: About a week ago I thought my initial support journey had come to an end. Let me tell you, there was much rejoicing as I heard those 5 beautiful words, “Yeah, we’ll finish your support.” Mission complete. God had brought it over $350 of monthly support in three days! Crazy provision.
However, over the weekend, a few supporters dropped off and I knew I was now about $100 short of being finished. Then I talked to my support coach on Monday to find there were more miscalculations and I was really $240 a month away from being done.
Cue breakdown. I was done. All of the sudden I completely forgot all that God had done in a week and was wallowing in self-pity and bitterness. I had become stiff-necked and accusatory towards God, the One who had literally provided thousands of dollars up to this point. I didn’t care. I was going to walk away.
I wish I was being dramatic but I’m not. Faith test: Failed. I fell flat on my face and ended up with a broken nose. The next morning as I was processing with the Lord He firmly and gently prodded my heart and brought me to the story of the Prodigal Son. I’ve read over the story multiple times in the last few days and relate so much with one character: the Prodigal Son’s older brother.
The older son feels like he has been faithful to his father and therefor is more deserving of a party in his honor. Unlike his little brother, he stayed with his father, worked hard and followed through on his commitments. His brother, on the other hand, floundered his inheritance and showed no signs of responsibility or maturity. Why was his father celebrating his son who was a complete joke?
I love the father’s response to his oldest son. He says, “Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. It was fitting to celebrate and be glad for this day your brother was dead, and is alive; he was lost, and is found” (Luke 15:31-32).
While these verses are a picture of the transformation from death to life in coming into saving faith and the celebration there is of one person surrendering to the irresistible grace of Christ, God used the interaction between the eldest son and the father to reveal my spirit of entitlement. The words of the father speak of the value of the relationship the older son has with the father. The older son lost sight of the priceless relationship he has with his father.
You see, I was upset about not being done with support because I felt like I had worked hard for 13 1/2 months and deserved to be done by now. It was my turn to celebrate. Bring out the fattened calf. When God told me there was more work to be done and to trust him, I threw my relationship with Him in His face and told Him I was done. I lost sight of precious value of the relationship I have with my Heavenly Father. I was seeking the gifts, not the Giver.
Yet, what was God’s response? He still loved me. He still extended grace to me. And get this, He still provided for me. Did you catch that? He still provided for me, the daughter who felt entitled to the blessings He had given her. He was faithful. He was strong. He was loving. He was who He is because He is not able to be anything else.
I failed my faith test. But God didn’t fail me. His faithfulness endured and my position in Him is still secure because of His radical love and crazy grace. That’s the God I love, serve and know.
So support update: Turns out I missed a few monthly partners in the report I sent my support coach (thank you human error) and really only needed $120 a month support. And through God’s crazy provision (again) I’m now only $25 a month away from being able to report on campus! May this be a testimony to His glory, honor, faithfulness and provision.





