I wrote to HCF and told them we would be driving the dog food over after lunch, but it wasn't looking promising. "Start praying," I advised. 11:00 pick up time arrived and I drove down my first street. Only the one bag. Then I turned down a cul-de-sac. Two bags! Then down another cul-de-sac. No bags. I was growing dispirited. My husband and I had been discussing how donations have been slowly decreasing. I wondered if it was worth the cost of the gas! (They are over an hour away from us.)
The next street, there were several bags alongside mailboxes. And at every street, like colorful beacons of generosity and kindness, yellow bags sparkled every few houses. It was probably the largest donation ever from our neighborhood! The car was filled to the brim.
I wrote to HCF, and sent the photo of the car loaded with dog food. "You must have prayed hard."
God doesn't always send dog food when you need it. He doesn't always reward lack of faith, and loss of hope. But when He does, He often does so abundantly. How lavishly He loves us. Why do I so continually battle doubt?