Near the end of August Phil and I spoke in front of our home churches congregation about Brazil. We shared what we had seen God doing, how we were involved and the dreams we had for the future there.
We shared with the members and visitors of our church that day that God had used us in more ways than we could have imagined in just eight short months. We shared video (see the video 'Brazil' tool bar--> )
and photos of our time.
1) It has nine seats meaning we would be able to bless the members of our neighbourhood, taking them on outings or other projects, driving people home when it's raining and so much more.
2) It's a simple vehicle mechanically, one Phil and I are familiar with since Phil owned and maintained one in the UK and we drove one in Nigeria during our time with CERCOPAN (cercopan.org).
3) Cost- Most vehicles in Brazil are extremely expensive where as the VW Kombi is reasonably priced brand new. We would most likely get years of good use before needing to worry about costly repairs.
4) Versatility-The VW Kombi has been known to drive well on many terrains-who knows where God will take us!
It seemed to me a mountain of money to raise. I pinned my hopes on enough to purchase a used vehicle. I prayed. The amount we needed was the same as we had raised over a course of two years of blood sweat and fundraiser. How could we possibly raise that much in a much shorter time?
Silly me. I forgot the kind of God I'm serving. I need to repent for my unbelief and my shouldering the burden of provision.
After the service we were approached by a friend who told us that although he didn't have the means, he was committed to raising the funds, one way or the other he would get us the money-the whole 20,000.
I'll be honest, I cried. I asked God to forgive me for my unbelief.
But hang on the story doesn't end there…..
A week later, I got an email from a couple who had been visiting our church from Texas the Sunday we spoke. She said her and her husband both felt the same 'nudge' to help us with our vehicle purchase after hearing us speak. They were visiting friends in Cambridge but both felt strongly there was another reason they were there. I asked her if it would be ok to connect her with our friends who had committed to helping us raise the funds, so they could co-ordinate things. I left it at that.
A month later we received an email that a donation for $20,000 had been received for us.
My mouth hung open. What?
We later found out that it was a single donation, from the couple who visited once, whom I've never met.
Prayer answered, mountain moved. Just. Like. That.
I am still in awe, I'm thankful, I'm shocked, I'm overwhelmed.
What mountains are you facing? Have you asked God to move them?