My friend, Angela called bubbling over with excitement about a liquidation sale that was taking place at Craft Warehouse Store in downtown Portland, Oregon. As the Holy Spirit had asked me to discontinue reading newspapers and secular magazines, listening to the radio, or watching TV four years previous, I was positioned to completely trust HIM for any information HE wanted to provide. HE has been faithful to do just that. We planned to go ribbon shopping on Saturday, February 26, 2000 in the early afternoon before I headed south to Corvallis, Oregon.
Often in ministry, there are financial challenges similar to the budget challenges that are faced in every day family life. Therefore, a supernatural event such as this was a blessing beyond comprehension and an overt answer to intercessory prayers. The LORD spoke to Angela that she could spend $222.22 and when I asked HE said “$50.50.” There is not any way to describe the fullness of my delight, gratitude and joy at filling a grocery cart with ribbons for Glory Rings. This was the single greatest provision of supplies the ministry had ever experienced.
FAITH AND PERSEVERANCE ARE TWINS IN THE CHRISTIAN FAITH, EACH INTRINSICALLY CONNECTED TO THE OTHER!
As you might have experienced, sometimes shopping takes a little longer than expected. In the natural realm, it was difficult to estimate how many yards of ribbons would equate the funds available. We went forward in faith, tossing into the basket what we believed the Holy Spirit was speaking to us as HIS choices. At the checkout stand - exactly ! $272.72. The accuracy of GOD’s word completely undid me and so strengthened my faith.
In an email to a precious friend in California, I wrote the following on Monday, February 28, 2000. “…we got 8000 yards of ribbon for .02 cents each (average). Some of the ribbon was .001 cent per yard. It was 50% off of 50% off of 50% off….1/8th the original cost. That was the best I have ever seen GOD provide for the ministry. Blew me away…..not to mention we were quite intoxicated under the power of the Holy Spirit….”
The appointment with a future landlord was in Corvallis, Oregon at 5:00 PM on Saturday afternoon. At this time I was employed full-time as a Human Resource Administrator and in ministry full-time in the evening and on weekends. Sometimes when you are gainfully employed full-time and in ministry full-time, Saturdays can become quite full for all that needs to be accomplished. This was one of those overflowing days.
Upon leaving the store, I noticed it was 4:00 PM, not possible to make the two-hour trip (minimum) to Corvallis, Oregon. Angela and I stood outside the store while I called my son, Shawn in Corvallis, Oregon. At this time, Shawn was a senior in Engineering at Oregon State University in Corvallis, working part-time at an engineering firm. I asked him if he would meet Dave, the future landlord, at the potential rental house. Since I had received a prophetic word earlier that year that I was moving from “Gilgal to Bethel” and the house was on Bethel Street, I was fairly certain this was the one. Unfortunately, I did not have Dave’s phone number with me and I did not want to miss the opportunity to look at the house.
Of course, my son responded as any engineer would and we had a brief discussion of my needing to be more accountable for my time and my expectation of him to leave work early to keep my appointment. He went out of his way to accommodate me in my “Holy Spirit intoxicated state.”
The Portland Metro Area has a reputation for impossible rush hour traffic, which adds at least an hour to any place one might like to go. And I am in the middle of it. At best, the reality is that I am looking at a three-hour drive and will be at least two hours late. Even in light rush hour traffic, the most that I could hope for is two and a half hours.
Turning left on to Bethel Ave, then right on to Bethel Lane, and left on Bethel Street I arrived just a few minutes after 5:00 PM. As I drove up, Shawn was just getting out of his car to meet Dave. The expression on his face is forever etched in my memory. Looking at his watch he asked, “What are you doing here so soon?” Laughter was the only answer I had. Being an engineer he quickly calculated that even if I drove 100 miles per hour I could not make that kind of time. And yes, the house was the one the LORD had chosen for the next season in my life.
All that I know is that GOD moved me and a little green car to keep an appointment that was important to HIM for me to keep. And that HE is more powerful than I will ever be able to comprehend.
GOD has HIS ways, which continue to astound me daily. This redemption of time or transportation in time has occurred many times since. I share this particular testimony because there were witnesses at both ends of the miracle and it was so overtly an expression of GOD’s supernatural power.