Before we started our church building project, I told God to allow whatever circumstances, in order to build our trust in Him, the One who is all love and all powerful. I am sure He is more interested in building us than the building of sticks.
Today, at 2:30 p.m., the strong eastern Idaho wind knocked down every one of our 51 trusses (60′ span). Fourteen tons, worth around $14,000.00, are destroyed.
Tonight, I cried. I cried with Bernard, the one-armed brother, who lifted up to me with a 2×4 many of my spacers. I cried in talking with all of our team this evening. And around 10:00 p.m., I cried and hugged Leah, one of the sisters in our church family, who used a guide rope to direct many of our trusses.
Some trust in chariots. Some trust in horses. Some trust in the mighty. Some trust in the powerful.
We are weak. We are foolish. We are simple-minded. Our only hope to get us through all this is the magnificent Lord of glory.
I bow my knee tonight and bless the Lord.
Splinters and all.
Thanks for letting me share.
Does God know what to do with the broken? I am trusting Him to see what He will do in the days ahead.
I am a helpless beggar in Ammon, Idaho.