This is a faith story of an unexpected yet timely helping hand that reached out to me. God is faithful.
After two months of consideration/debate with God and seven months of processing with church and the missions organization, I am all ready to say goodbye to my father and mother, like what Misty always loves to sing. I am really thankful that my church has kindly agreed to fully sponsor my expenses for my one-year stint in Timor-Leste and two-thirds for two months odd of training with Iris Harvest School in Micronesia. However, my pockets are not the most cooperative. I’m still short of about three to four thousand dollars.
Now, I have a pending commission from a freelance job. The keyword is ‘pending’. It is not a secured deal yet, but I certainly need the cashflow to start paying for all the necessary arrangements. As I draw closer to the start of Harvest School, I feel the gradual increase of pressure to raise funds. I really do not like that feeling.
A million trains of thoughts arrived and departed my mind. Finally, I decided I should try asking for an advance payment. If the deal falls through, it would become a loan instead. Honestly, I asked with only perhaps 40% confidence. Mr Wong, who is an artist himself, only knew me for less than a year and I am going away for a year. Why should he trust me and say yes to my request? Well, that was when God of the impossible came into the picture. By His grace, Mr Wong agreed!
The juicy part of this story begins only here.
Mr Wong handed me three thousand dollars in cold hard cash. I, on the other hand, suddenly hesitated. Yes, another million trains of thoughts bombarded my mind. One, I do not want to be in debt. Two, I feel bad to have to impose on him. He has no obligation to agree to my request, but he did. Sometimes I wish thoughts could be converted into money or energy, like currencies.
In that few minutes of hesitation, God said, “When you apply for a loan from a bank, the bank must first give approval. The form of these three thousand dollars might appear to be a debt, but the heart of it is access to the resources you need.”
Seeing that I was hesitating, Mr Wong added, “You know, you’re like my daughter. She always asks me for money to travel, to buy things; so it’s okay!”
That was it. Embarrassing it was, I started tearing while still staring at the money in hesitation. Though Mr Wong is not a believer, he chose to help me even after knowing the intent of the extended time away. I cried because God provided and taught me about the unprecedented access that His sons and daughters have through a physical manifestation, which I would live on to tell about over and over again.
From Mr Wong to the ends of the earth, the goodness and fullness of God need to be proclaimed. Time is hastening.
If you wish to partner me, you could:
1. Pray with me for a creative solution to raise the remaining funds. I aim to leave debt free though I am not obligated to pay Mr Wong back immediately, and I believe God will finish what He has started!
2. Support me financially. Drop me a private message at email@example.com.