Day 160

Believe it or not, Day 160 of  The Red Shoe Project finds me packing for a missions trip to Bulgaria.  

• Clothing (check)
• Toiletries (check)
• Camera (check)
• Passport (check)
• RED shoes (check)

Plane tickets?.... well, not quite yet.  

I was so sure that God had set me up to attend this trip, but a couple key requirements, like money and plane tickets,  have still not surfaced.  God always seems to provide for things like this right at the last minute.  He refers to it as "right on time." 

I know.  I know.  This isn't quite how I'd do it,  or how I like it,  but I'm a mere a "follower"  these days.  If God wants me on that trip,  He'll provide and He'll make a way.  There's still time for that!  The door isn't fully closed -- It's not over yet.  And until it is,  I'm planning on going.  The cut off date is long gone, but by tomorrow evening, I'll either have those tickets in hand, or I'll be unpacking and re-hanging my clothes.

My daughter says...  "The great thing about faith is when you believe and it happens, it's a party, and if it doesn't, it's okay.  All that matters at the end of the day is that you're still walking with Jesus!

It would be so easy to just write this trip off,  forget about it and put it to rest.  But no... God has been pounding me with words - "to BELIEVE"  - right and left.  Everywhere I look, I see the word -- BELIEVE.    Every scripture, every song, every saying that has anything to do with BELIEVING has been right in front of me, everywhere I go.  It's bigger than life,  in bold print,  highlighted,  louder than loud... it's right in my face.

Believe means to NOT DOUBT.

          
Have I believed hard enough for this?  I don't know.  I'm reminded of Mark 9:24b...

"I do believe; 

help me overcome my unbelief!"

Tonight, my RED shoes are lined up next to my suitcase.  They will be the last thing to be packed.  I'm still BELIEVING God for this.  And if His plan is different, no worries,
I'll chalk it up as a mistake on my part, and move on with Him.  Either way,
I'm not letting go of His hand and He's not letting go of mine!

Gail