When we move, we were going to take our van with all our necessities in it, and that's it. We were praying for a trailer because our van barely holds the six of us, much less all of us and all of our stuff. A local church donated us a trailer that is just the right size.
We went clearance shopping a couple of weeks ago, because a few family members needed clothes, particularly my mom. My dad and brother found a lot of great deals for themselves, but Mom didn't. My dad told her to pray for pants. About a week later, Mom went to help out a friend who had just had surgery, and her daughter had a crate full of brand name pants that were my mom's size. My mom came home with nineteen pairs of thirty to fifty dollar pants. Now she's praying for tops. :)
My youngest sister, Lydia, is only three and is required to have a nanny while the rest of us go through our training. Yesterday it was confirmed that we are going to have a nanny for Lydia,
Wouldn't you think that if God didn't want us to go, He wouldn't have given us all of that? He's not going to just take it all back and dash all of our hopes. He will provide a way for everything to work out. This is a great confirmation for me because in the past, we've said we were going to move here or there, and then God shut those doors. That's happened three times in the last couple of years. When Dad told us we were moving and joining YWAM, I wasn't certain it would really happen. Now I know it is.
Some of Mom's new pants.