Plane Tickets Are Expensive But God is Good


In less than a month, 4/5th of my family will be in Haiti. Yowzers. I’m excited, and I know this is what God has for us this summer, but I’ve also been  a bit stressed out and nervous.

One of the biggest stressors was plane tickets. Seriously, the prices constantly change! In fact at one point, I found some within the price range we were hoping for, but I stupidly decided to check another search engine just to be sure this was the best price. When I went back 3 minutes later to put the original tickets in my cart, the price had increased by $400 PER TICKET! What the What??

Needless to say, this piece of the mission trip puzzle was a weight I carried for quite a while.

When we were about 60 days out from our trip and all the plane tickets were a good $200 more a piece than I wanted to spend, I sent a text to 2 of my close friends and asked if they would pray that God would provide tickets within the range I was hoping for or that He would just allow me to be okay with spending more money than we’d planned.

In my head, I know that everything I have is God’s anyway, so if He wants me to take a bunch of moola out of savings and push back the next home improvement project for a couple years, I should be okay with that.

(But my house needs lots of improvements. And selfishly, I don’t want to put off fixing my bathroom for another year or two. It’s very possible that Corey is going to fall through the floor by the shower one of these days, and I have run into walls and stubbed my toes on many middle-of -the-night occasions on my way to the toilet in my twilight zone bathroom. . . you can read a bit about our housing adventures here.)

The day after I texted my friends, I woke up in the wee hours of the morning. 4:00 a.m. to be exact. I could not fall back to sleep so what did I do? I searched for plane tickets. At 4:30 a.m. I found tickets at the price point I wanted for same day travel (lots of tickets to Haiti require long overnight layovers in airports).

And I bought them.

And you know what? Since that time I’ve checked on prices just for fun, and they are never that low.

And that, my friends, is God taking care of His girl.

It’s still not cheap to take 4 Harms people to Haiti, but I know God’s got us. I know this is what we are supposed to do. And I am so excited to serve him and see Him work in our lives.


Do You Trust Me? The Risk of Obedience


Maybe they’ll just think I’m looking for something on the floor.

That was my hope as I slid off my chair and onto the hardwood. Down on my knees to pray.

I did not want to kneel three feet from where my boys were busy attacking villages in their “Clash of Clans world.”  I didn’t want them to think their mom was a weirdo.

What I wanted to do was finish my little Lent Devotional reading and get ready for church. I wanted to check it off my list and move on to important things like making sure my kids shoved pop tarts down their throats before heading out the door.

But I couldn’t finish the reading while arguing with the voice inside my head saying, “Get on your knees and pray.”

“Well, that’s just silly. I’m perfectly comfortable right here.”

“Get on your knees.”

“But I don’t have much time.”

“Get on your knees.”

“But…okay, I’ll do it.”

And I did. It wasn’t magical. Actually it was awkward.

I don’t remember my prayer from that morning. But I do remember that later as I sat in the fourth row on the left side of the church auditorium and our pastor began preaching about obeying God in the little things, I got goosebumps on my arms.

God did not ask me to kneel on the floor to pray because it was “holier” than praying on the chair. He wanted to see if I would obey in a little thing.  And I did.

I don’t always obey in the little things. In fact, the next week when my worship leader/sound guy hubby had a week off from heading to church early to serve, I knew God was asking me to get on my knees again.

I was reading the same devotional in the same chair, and I just couldn’t do it.

Now, Corey is one of the most incredible humble and God-fearing men you will ever meet, but I couldn’t get on my knees on the hardwood because I didn’t want him to think I was a weirdo. It’s one thing for your kids to thing you are a weirdo. It’s entirely different when it’s your husband.

So that day I failed, and I will fail again and again and again. In the little things and the big things. But you know what’s great about our God? His mercies are new every morning. Every single day for the rest of my life I have the opportunity to choose obedience. Past failures do not negate the opportunities for future obedience.

I think of that when I look at 500 Dresses and what God has allowed me to be a part of. I don’t like to sew. He knew that when he asked me to do this. But you know what? What keeps being pounded into my head is that obedience has a little to do with the act itself and a lot to do with believing that God is smarter than me.

Though there are a few simple dress patterns that I have gotten pretty good at making, sewing is still not something I do for fun. But because I started sewing, I now have this fun opportunity to organize the gifts and service of others. To get their donations from here to there and be a liaison between Iowa and Haiti, and now Iowa and Uganda. I’ve met incredible people both in person and online. I’ve had the opportunity to spend time in Haiti, and I have found a home for many beautiful formal dresses that have just been taking up space in American closets.

So if God is asking you to do something uncomfortable and weird, don’t be afraid to try it. Maybe it’s just his way of asking, “Do you trust me?”

I have a feeling we would all benefit from taking the risk of obedience a little more often and just getting on our knees on the hardwood floor.