I’m beginning to think God likes adventures even more than I do. Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a girl whom God told to pack her suitcase and drive 1,100 miles to Georgia. She had $123.51 in her bank account. When she arrived in Georgia, she had 51 cents left. The following week, all meals were provided by the event she was helping with. She needed nothing but gas in her car. The day her car ran out of gas, she received enough money in her bank account to fill it up again. The next time her car ran out of gas, someone handed her $20. The third time it happened, she didn’t even need it.
She went to church on Sunday, and God told her to put the extra money in the offering. So, she did.
Two months passed. Some people thought the girl was very foolish and slightly irresponsible. They didn’t say so. But that is what they thought. Actually, the girl thought they were probably right a good deal of the time.
But she didn’t have a job, she couldn’t make money grow on trees, and God didn’t say to do anything else. So, she had to continue to trust. There was only one problem.
At the end of two months, the girl was in Nebraska. Her car was in Georgia.
One thousand one hundred miles away.
By plane or train or bus or car or hitchhiking? That was the question. They were all quite valid options . . . well, most of them anyway.
The girl began to pray. She wanted to know if God had an answer for her little problem. The first day she prayed, she received $100. Several days later, she received the same amount again. On that same day, she found a bus ticket for almost exactly $200. Only she was just a little bit short. But on the very next day, she discovered in her room five $5 bills she’d tucked away in an envelope six months earlier and completely forgotten about. Now she could buy the bus ticket.
And just to make sure she wasn’t thinking of taking a different route instead, God did this: The friends who offered to drive her suddenly found they couldn’t. Plane tickets were too expensive, and the cheapest airline wasn’t flying to Georgia anyway. Hitchhiking was deemed unreliable for certain dark and sinister reasons . . . Only the bus was perfect. The ticket would take her from Grand Island, Nebraska, to Gainesville, Georgia.
Which is exactly where God wanted her to be.
And that is the story of the little problem and how it became a grand adventure.
