Thanks to Mom and Ricky for the gift of a vehicle, which is absolutely perfect!
Yi-ho-wa! (Jehovah!) I made it to my first stop in Cherokee, North Carolina!!
As much of you know, I have been totally relying on Yahweh-yireh for His provision for this move. My job ended in mid December, and I have been preparing for the upcoming time of ministry to the Lumbee Indians. Monday was the day I felt in my Spirit that I was to leave Alabama. However, there were still no funds to cover the trip, so I continued to look to the Lord for His provision. 1. Thanks to a new friend, Chase Miller, whom I met at The Carpenter Bookshop (after hearing the story of my journey), who handed me $100 bill which provided eggs and bologna sandwiches a week before I received a phone call from: 2. Joseph Sturgeon on Thursday afternoon. Joseph asked, "Hey, wanna make some money working for Ice Coffee Co. at the Home and Garden Show?" 3. At the Show, 12 hours before I was to leave, an unfamiliar man walked up to me and asked, "What do you do?" I replied with with the details about my vision for releasing the new sound; he asked several other questions dealing with support and provision, to which I replied, "I do not have any ministry supporting me and am completely trusting the Lord with Faith for this move." He then held out his hand and placed in mine TWO folded $100 bills! I was instantly to tears and hugged his neck. Thank you Bill Gandy for listening to the Spirit. I was able to make this drive today because you listened! 4. My good friend Al Mathis, who owns Desoto Caverns, gifted me a teepee so that I would have a place to stay! 5. Also, my dear friends J & Heather asked what I was going to sleep on in the teepee...I told them I wanted a cow skin rug to make the inside more comfortable. Moments later they pulled a bag from the closet containing a real cow skin rug and handed it to me!! So, all that to say: Bless you Lord for your provision and your commitment to this Warrior, who loves you very much. And also, I wish to thank a very honorable man, my Father Ken, who has been patient and free with his food, and supportive as I walked out the arduous circumstances as the revelations about this journey unfolded. I will always love you!
Relaxing after a long drive, at a coffee shop in Cherokee, NC