Sometimes I try to wait a story out before posting it.  This is not one of those stories.  It’s hard, rough, unfinished, and dangerous (at least to me).  Continue at your own risk.

Do you ever feel certain a nudge? Maybe it’s to lend an ear to a friend in need or to smile at the homeless man as you hand him a burger.  Maybe it’s to give a little more money to church or simply give something at all.  My wife and I are feeling one of those nudges (and have been for a little more than a week).

Last week, my wife found that one of her coworkers cut his family vacation in half to come home to a house burned to the ground.  They were left with what they had packed packed.  The nudge started.  We had to vehicles with expired state inspections at the time and my wife was pulled over in one of them.  We were blessed to be given 5 days to get it inspected or receive a ticket.  As we talked about it, my wife felt a bigger nudge.  She told me that we should match the cost of a passed inspection, giving it to God (through church and gift cards to that family).  We were both thinking it would be about $200.

We dropped the car off at a local car shop and proceeded with our weekend.  Through out 2 of the 3 services at church, I started to feel the nudge more.  That $200 figure was in my head again, and then I got the call from the shop.  $1900.  Suddenly I started to struggle with trusting God’s faithfulness to provide for us.  As I sat through the final service at church with my production volunteers, that nudge came back.  Give it to God.

I acted, not on a whim, but in obedience to God.  $200 -> submit.  Through the next few hours, doubt crept in and I started wondering if I did the right thing.  I was encouraged by one of my pastors to not doubt God’s faithfulness, but it not as simple as that.  When I got home, I pulled out my guitar and started worshiping.  That is when the doubt left.  As I packed up to go play with a good friend of mine, my wife got off the phone and told me that her parents were given an extra car and that they were on their way out (7 hours round-trip) to drop it off for us to use as long as we need.  So enters God’s faithfulness in the first tangible way this week.

Having another vehicle allowed me to take the older car (rusting out and needing $1900 of work just to pass inspection) to the junk yard for $100.   I have been working on a website for another good friend of mine we met yesterday to do some final touches and tweaks.  Before I left, he paid me the rest of what he owed me for the site (another $100) and his wife ordered me a pizza to take home.  God’s faithfulness has returned everything that I gave to him and more.

Tomorrow I have the opportunity to get paid to do what I love the most.  I am leading worship at a small church service a couple hours away.  There’s more returns and it’s while I honor Him with the talents He has given me.

All this and I still utter to myself “I trust God, but…” Why is there still a but in that statement?

Today I took the van in for an estimate on inspection and it too is well out of my price range.  I even just spent $100 to have the windshield replaced.  It feels like I am back at square one.  Apparently God wants me to trust Him completely (duh), but I am hitting a wall of doubt for some reason.

In  all of my understanding, there is no way for me to get through this vehicle situation without taking on more debt.  I just cannot do that right now.  Why can’t I just let it go and trust in Him with all of my heart with every aspect of my life?  Why can’t I stop relying on my own understanding?

He has already proved Himself to me in this situation, so why am I still skeptical?