But we hit a snag. When Mike called to pay our deposit, they couldn’t
find any record that we had ever made one.
The card we used to sign up at camp was nowhere to be found. No record.
No reservation. None. They checked through everything they could
think of, but still nothing. Mike even called
me to verify the week. He said he had a
sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
After all the initial excitement and now we wouldn’t get to go at
all.
But then the person he was talking to
asked, “How many did you have registered?”
Mike indicated that we registered fifteen but were interested in having
twenty spots. Cautiously he asked, “Do
you by any chance have that many available?”
Perkily, the answer came, “Of course.
In fact we have 200 spots available that week.” Poor Mike.
After that initial heart-stopping declaration, now reprieve. I don’t think he said it out loud, but I’m
sure he was thinking, “Why didn’t you just say that up front and save me all
this grief?”
Psalms 63:2-5 says, “I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life, my
lips will glorify you. I will praise you
as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands. My soul will be satisfied as with the richest
of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you.”
Father, thank you for this little miracle
that could turn into a huge, life-changing one for some teenager that gets to
go to camp this year. Amen.
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