A testimony of how God sometimes requires our involvement to move on our behalf...
Back in 2005, things had gotten really bad for my wife and I and our son. My son was now 2 years old, and my wife had been home with him for 2 years. We had gone from a 2-income family of 2 to a 1-income family of 3. We were behind on
everything and we had to choose which bills to pay and which ones to let slide each month. Bill collectors were calling us upwards of 15 times per day. I wondered each morning when I woke up when I flipped the light switch if there would be electricity, or if the bank was finally going to make good on their repo threats and our car would be gone in the morning.
When I say we had fallen behind on
everything, I mean we were just 60 days away from foreclosure. The house that I believed God had provided for us was about to be taken from us. The notice had been mailed. No more negotiations; pay the $2,600
in full that you're behind or we're taking the house back. It seemed... hopeless.
I felt like a failure. My wife and my son were counting on me, and I couldn't provide
anything for them. In the sea of my circumstances, I had lost all hope. I could see no way out.
Then I heard God speak to me. He said, "Say unto this mountain". But I didn't have the energy to do that. I was beat down and defeated. Thankfully, He spoke the same thing to my wife. One night, as I was having my own little pity party, my wife suddenly became uncharacteristically bold and said to me,
STOP IT! Declare unto this mountain... when she said that, I knew God was speaking to me again through her.
So, with God's empowerment, I spoke to my circumstances. I told them to be removed and cast into the sea (I didn't know what else to say), and for the first time in almost 2 years, I finally felt a peace, that peace that passes all understanding, flood through me.
For the next 2 weeks, things didn't get any better. In fact, they got worse. But still, ever since I had spoken to my mountain, I felt this indescribable peace. I still had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew whatever happened, that God was still with us.
Then it happened. I was working late on a Monday night, and the VP of our department called me into his office and told me to shut the door. I had no idea what was about to happen. He told me to sit down. I'll never forget what he said next. He said, "Pete, I've been reviewing the annual salary budget, and I don't think we're paying you enough." I said the first thing that popped into my mind. "Neither do I!"
He then proceeded to give me the single largest raise I have ever received before or since. Not only that, he made my increase retroactive to the beginning of the fiscal year!
I remember rushing home, so excited to tell my wife about how God had provided us a way out! In conjunction with a generous financial gift from our church, in a matter of 3 weeks, God had
completely turned around a situation more than 2 years in the making!
This taught me that sometimes, God requires our involvement. There was nothing magical about the words I spoke, but when God tells us to speak them, that's when there is power behind them.
I call those "suddenly" moments. Suddenly, everything changed for us, and I am so thankful to God that it did.