All my life I’ve wanted to go to England. As a little girl I’d put on a fake British accent. In college, as an English major, I devoured British novels and poetry. Once at a thrift store I found a biography of Eleanor of Aquitaine by Alison Weir which set me on a long path of reading everything about the Tudor dynasty that she’s written.
When my daughter left to work on her Master’s degree at Durham University in England, I would ache whenever I saw her pictures. I knew that this was finally my opportunity. Whenever I tell my husband that I want to do something out of the ordinary that will cost a lot of money, he tells me that I should pray the money in. So, I did.
I teach at a homeschool tutoring academy. Since I get paid per student, I started praying for more students. I wanted enough for another daughter’s college tuition AND a trip to England. I started with only 20 students. That wasn’t enough. I prayed some more; I also gave some money as “seed.” Voila! I got 16 more students. Just looking at the numbers, I had enough for both needs. However, I forgot to figure in the tithe, but that didn’t bother me. I knew that if God could bring in more students, He could also provide what I needed for the trip any way He wanted.
My sisters and I had gotten vouchers after a trip last winter for $600 with US Airways. They agreed that I should use it on this trip. I found a flight, applied the voucher, and bought a round-trip ticket to England for $284. When I checked my receipt, they had only charged my American Express card $128. A dear friend gave me a hundred dollar bill for the trip, making this a $28 trip to England! Now, isn’t God good?
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