Me: Hey dad, I love you. So much. Have your way with my future. I want whatever you want.
God: Hmmm I love you too. About your future… what do you want, Kayla?
Me: Um, I don't think you are allowed to ask me that. You are supposed to tell me what to do and then I obey.
God: haha, what do you want my daughter?
Me: To go on the World Race. I have wanted to go for years.
God: Ok.
Me: Ok?
God: Yep. It's yours. I have some things I want to teach and show you. The World Race would be a good place for you to be while I do that.
Me: Really? Wow. Ok. Really? I don't understand you sometimes.
God: I know. That's ok. Trust me.
Me: Ok. I also don't understand why you trust me with so much. I mean… thank you but why do you keep choosing me to do some of these awesome things?
God: Daughter, this is only the beggining. Why don't you go ahead and lead another Passport trip next semester.
Me: Wait, what? Lead another trip? But that would mean that I would be home for less then a month before I left again. Then after being gone for another 4 months, I would be home for only 2 months before I left for 11 months on the World Race.
God: Yep. I know.
Me: And then think of all the money I would have to raise. How am I to do that if I am not home to really work on it. Isn't this kinda crazy?
God: I got the money. Don't worry about that. As for is it crazy… maybe. I do know that you are crazy enough to do it though. That's why I ask.
Me: Wow ok. So I have been calculating how much all of this would cost and… its a lot. Like… a lot. How am I to do this? I am going to need some money to send out letters and I really need to go say thank you to some faithful supporters. I don't even have enough money to do that. God, can I have $400 so I can accomplish some of this stuff? Well… that might not even be enough. Ugh, I don't know how this is going work.
God: Ok, Kayla, that's enough of you analyzing all of this. I never meant for you to carry this weight. Give me back the control. I am a good Father, remember? I am going to take care of you and it's time that you trust me in that. There is freedom in this area for you. Let go and let me take control.
Me: I am sorry, dad. You're right… you are a good Father. Take control. It's yours. I want to be free from the weight.
A week later and $400 in my account.
Me: Woah. You actually did it. You answered my money prayer!
God: Of course I did. All you ever need to do is ask, Kayla. I am a King, money is never an issue, and I am a good Father. So put the two together. I gotcha sweetheart.
Me: Thank you Dad! Sooooo…. Can I have all the support for leading passport/World Race?
God: Honey, I can give you more then just that. You need to stop thinking that it's too much for me. Really, It's kinda offensive to me and my power. I got it, Kayla.
Me: Your right. I am sorry. Wow… you are amazing. I love you. More than I could ever say.
To be continued…
