The Conclusion:

BLaAaAaAaAAAA!! (That's for you Wiediez....) That is my response. I don't believe that you can accurately flesh out the outcome from that, but you could if you saw the ear to ear permi-grin. It happened! The true, real, and purely amazing thing happened! It was not the trip to my mailbox that changed my fate...but the faithfulness of my AMAZING, MAGNANAMOUS God!

So here is the scenerio, i'm sure that you have all heard me beat this story to death with a stick, but here goes.

(Before continuing, I suggest that you read the blog entry just below this one. I wrote this earlier while I was in the library. Anywho... so here goes the story)

I walk up the hill from the library and take that fateful trip to my mailbox... as I arrive, to my horror and shock... there is nothing in my box. I almost broke out in tears. So I go to the cafe, hoping to find the rest of the team. They could tell that it didn't come. I am half crying at the moment and so I leave to go to the room where we spend out Fridays in prayer for the trip. The group shuffles in and Mike writes some figures on the board. I am sitting there and he writes 3 names on the board..."Matt: $880.....Damien: 840.....Dave, Dave, Dave,: 1270...." Those were the figures that we needed.... After he writes this Mike turns and says: "I've been on the phone for the past half hour with people from Damien's church and they're pledging all sorts of money....looks like the money is going to be there for you...." Elated, I yelp and scream with excitement!

SO, We prayed and left.... Matt and Dave however were short money. I go to class and I am just doing all I can to stay seated. After class, I go over to Mike's office to figure out how the money is going to get to Canada by the afternoon. Come to find out, the church only has 300 of the 600 that I needed! I'm sitting here wondering, where am I going to find 450 CDN to make up this difference? I don't have that in my account.... Just them, a student walks in (I will not give her identity, because her true bless is with God, not with man... but I'll just say that she now officially rocks socks in my book...not that she didn't before....oh forget it, you get the drift.) and says "I feel like God wants me to empty my student account and give money to someone on the trip that is in need..." Mike laughs and says "Not another angel....are you being serious?" 'Angel' grins (I know some of you know who it is and know that I'm not thinkin anything funky...I will refer to her as 'Angel' because she has been one of God's many messangers at this time) and says "I'm being serious... do you want it?" In half tears, I reply "Can I give you a hug?!" I proceed and am still beyond elated.....

I think that maybe God wants me to go to India.