After everything was set up and the parade started we were off to a slow start, not to mention our booth was surrounded by not one, or two but three other food booths. I was still doubting but continued to pray. As the parade ended people started to gradually show up for some good, authentic Mexican grub. And before I knew it there were people waiting in line and we were out of burritos. My gracious and hardworking mother ran home (praise God we only live one block away from the park) to make more burritos and grab extra stuff we had ran out of. Before I knew it we were out of burritos again, and then we were out of nachos. We only had chicken molé left but people were still in line, waiting and wanting the molé.
Throughout all of this I had numerous conversations with people about my heart for Uganda and my internship with Show Mercy International. I felt so encouraged and blessed by the people of my hometown; the love they poured out, the support they showed, and their generous hearts. I had a handful of family friends (shout out to Lynn, Rach, Coco, Erica, Maria and Gene) volunteer to work our food booth. Without their hard work my fundraiser would not have ran as smoothly as it did. I also had various people in the community donate beef and tortillas for the burritos, make the chicken molé and donate other awesome items to help us out. Praise God for people who give generously and selflessly.
I could go on and on about how blessed, grateful, encouraged and supported I am by my hometown and all of its wonderful people. But in all honesty, none of it -not a single cent would have been made- without the help of my Heavenly Father. Through my doubts and selfishness His light and love still prevailed. There is no doubt in my mind that His hand was at work through it all. We ran out of food. We far surpassed our financial goal for the weekend. I had divine conversations with people about Uganda. I had people praying over me. The name of Show Mercy International was spread. So many miracles!!
My father is a father who provides even when I am weak. He is a father who loves me even when I doubt His goodness and His plans for my life. My father is a father who has bigger dreams and journeys planed for me than I could ever think of. My father is a father of love and forgiveness. My father is a father who loves you, just the same way. Be my brother or sister. Say yes to eternity. Accept His mercies and unconditional love. If you do not know the Father I am talking about, I am praying for you. I am praying for your heart and for your spirit. He misses you, come home.
XOXO.
-V