Anyhow, I really wanted to attend the dinner, but no single seats were sold. Instead, one had to buy an entire table for over $1,000. To secure my own seat at the dinner, I thought to buy a table. The only conundrum was how to fill 10 seats, since I only wanted to invite people who would appreciate the heart of the event. The few people I had in mind to invite had already been invited by others, or weren't as enthusiastic about the dinner as I imagined … and before I knew it, all 50+ tables had been sold out.
Disappointed as I was, I prayed to the Lord, saying "Daddy, could you have someone invite me. I would really like to go."
A few weeks later, an acquaintance at church whatsapped me out of the blue, saying there were two spare seats at her table and would I like to come. She had prayed to see who to ask, and my name came up.
Am chronicling this as the second story of the Father … as a memorial to how the Heavenly Father hears every cry of our heart. Here I was trying to satisfy the desires of my own heart, my own way. Thinking that because finances are not an issue, I could make things happen in my own flesh. But the Father heard my little prayer, and satisfied the desire of my heart without me having to spend a whole load of money buying a table for 10.
This is the Heavenly Father. Thank you Daddy!
