6:43

About a week ago I woke up at 6:43 in the morning, then the next day I woke up and it was 6:43am. "God is this you?" I whispered audibly, this time I had been woken up by a noise from my iPod, and when I checked to see what it was it was an email titled: God's amazing love! ha,ha! Totally spoke to my heart.

What I didn't realize as I went back to sleep for a little bit that morning, was that Papa had something else He wanted to tell me with that "unusual coincidence" was a little deeper. I mean 6:43 is a pretty random hour to wake up, and it's before my alarm so.

I've been thinking about the next year at Bethel, finishing the translation project I'm working on and how that's all going to work; where am I going to live? can I afford it financially? How is it all going to work out? ...It was a subtle thing, it wasn't even something that consumed my thoughts, but it was definitely there.

Anyways, once I felt that God wanted to say something, I got my Bible out and started to look for a 6:43 verse... mmmm, genealogies?? I don't think so... most books don't go as far as verse 43 on their 6th chapter... so I did what any good researcher would do. I googled it!

6:43

Mark 6:43 was the first thing that popped out (thank you Google!); "and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces of bread and fish." It immediately took me to those thoughts in my head about how it was all going to work out. I felt that God was telling me: I always make more than enough, that's the awesome thing about true riches, you only need to bring what you have and it will be multiplied. ;)

Guess what time I woke up this morning? I love Him!