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Day 7 ~ GO

My bank account said, "NO!"
My fear said, "NO!"

It seemed like a wild, selfish dream to go to Guatemala yet as I cried in disappointment I heard him whisper, "Oh my dear Laurie, where is your faith?" Much like Jesus rebuking Peter.
And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” Matthew 14:31

Just months before I had written, PRAY! GO! GIVE! I had prayed for Guatemala. I had given to the efforts of World Help and had sponsored sweet Karina. But despite my words I was hesitant of the GO! Doubt crept in as I thought there was no way that a trip was possible. Not for me, this busy mama trying to make ends meet. 
By my own means, my own efforts, there was no way that I'd travel to this country my heart ached for yet in the hands of a great and mighty God all things ARE possible!
But Jesus looked at them and said to them, “With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” Matthew 19:26
Soon after I was able to relinquish control, put my precious dream in His hands and with all sincerity pray, "thy will be done"  I heard Him whisper, "go!". When I wasn't sure that I heard Him correctly He said a bit more loudly, "GO!"

God showered His blessings upon me and made my dream a possibility. 

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  1. Oh! I'm excited to hear about where you go--and what you are going to do! Sometimes God really has to clunk me on the head to get my attention. It is so great that you were listening...

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