I unexpectedly ran into Sarah, or Saraita, or Otra Sarah, or Nicaragua Sarah, how ever you may know her, and she updated me on the progress of Evelia's house. She let me know that they have a team lined up for the project and have sent some money down to begin Evelia's house (GOOD!). I mentioned the fact that all the funds aren't in (BAD), but she told me that they were going to step out in faith and begin the work (SUPER SCARY) because of desperation of the situation. I physically went through that "good, bad, super scary" range of emotions as we were talking. Suddenly I felt the weight of the whole project resting on my shoulders, and the urgency set in.
When I set out to help with this project I didn't really know what to expect. I do remember thinking that $5,000 was such a small amount to give someone a proper roof, and to give a mom the peace of mind that her two kids would be safe and warm and dry. I can't imagine standing in her shoes each day, wondering what each day will bring. Will there be enough food for today? Will I be able to provide for my kids today? Am I a good mom even though our house could collapse at any moment?
These are the things that keep me awake at night, wondering if Evelia is okay, wondering if they were able to eat today, wondering if they can just hang on until this house is built. Sometimes I have trouble trusting God. My timing for this project was yesterday while His seems to be a bit longer. In this moment I'm really trying to trust that He has a plan. He knew Evelia long before I did. He loved her before I did. I'm trying to remember that.
In this moment I am asking you to trust with me. If God has laid Evelia on your heart I ask you to please give. Please give so that this mom will be able to go to sleep at night knowing that her kids are safe. Please help me in trusting that God will provide for Evelia who he loves very much.
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