A wedding dress from my Father's heart

Of all the weddings I have ever attended, I never admired a bridal gown as much as I did Alison’s. The shape, the train – everything was just perfect.

A few years later, I met Pierre and as you will read later, God purposed in His heart for us to be wed. With finance being a bit tight, the cost of a dress was a bit of a hurdle.

Shortly after we had decided to tie the knot, I got a phone call out of the blue from my friend Alison. The word was not yet out about our decision, in fact I had even lost touch with Alison – she being in the Eastern Cape somewhere at that time and myself in Johannesburg (Remember, this was long before the invention of cell phones). She had no clue I was planning a wedding or even liked her dress so much, but she felt in her heart that the Lord wanted her to give her dress to me.

Talk about a loving and involved Father – knowing intimately what His little girl likes and desiring to be her benefactor! Oh my heart sings when I consider His purposeful love and affection set on me.

Footnote:
Pierre reminded me the other day how at that time we were debating whether or not I should wear a white dress as this was my second marriage. God’s provision of the dress ended the debate and affirmed me in His eyes. Again, how precious are His thoughts towards me – what am I that the Creator of the universe is mindful of me.

PS: Thanks Dad, I truly love you
xxx

How to heal a fridge

Around about the same time, our fridge stopped working and we definitely had not the means to have it fixed. A friend of mine (Lisa) and myself laid hands on the fridge and prayed for it in desperation. A day later, we happened to notice that the fridge had begun to work again, and never gave us any further problems.

Petrol from heaven

A long time ago, during my final student years (1990'ish), I experienced a particularly lean month financially speaking. At the start of the month, I had no money for petrol and the needle was on empty. The month previous to that there had been an enormous petrol price hike. I just decided that that month that I would need to trust God completely. Each time I needed to drive anywhere, I would get in and pray that I would reach my destination. Just for good measure, I would remind God exactly why I needed to get where I was headed. Well, throughout the month, I kept on driving. At the end of the month, my flat mate gave me ten rand for petrol as I think she was getting nervous to drive with me, and the "hard to believe" factor was starting to take its toll on her sanity, and mine I must confess. What a faithful God! He kept me driving that whole month on an empty tank. That was the cheapest most expensive petrol I had ever bought.

Footnote:
I think it is significant to note the ten rand provided at the end of the month: Not only is God faithful, but He also is tender, caring for us, carrying us in our weakness. He is not anxious to “catch us out”. When my faith grew thin, he gave me cash, something solid, just like offering Peter his hand as his faith to walk on water started to fail. What a loving God we serve.