More than Enough

Never Give Up

For decades, I’ve heard my mom singing the familiar song written by Fanny J. Crosby - 1903: “Never give up. Never give up. Never give up to your sorrow. Jesus will bid them depart. Trust in the Lord. Trust in the Lord. Sing when your trials are

greatest. Trust in the Lord and take heart.”

This admonition prevailed in my consciousness and kept me riding out my storms. How could I forget when I had to sit this important exam? Two times before, I sat in an examination room doing the same exam; unfortunately, I

experienced no success. The third time, I was absolutely bent out of shape, but I decided never to give up. Finally, the day arrived when the result was different. My breakthrough was the talk of the town. This is true, “If at first you don’t succeed, try and try again.” The determination was set in stone. I was going to sit for that exam as often as I needed to until I saw the words “Passed!” For me, old barriers would be shoved out of the way, and new ones set up to be broken.

Then this happened one day during the last week in June. The question was, “Who’s going to the mailbox?” This was the rhetorical question asked every evening. “Well,” said my daughter, “I will go. Today might just be the day, Mom! Yes, today might just be the day when the good news arrives, then we’ll be able to raise the victory banner high.”

With all my heart, I wished that this would be true, and I watched her walked slowly to the mailbox one more time. In my heart, hand in hand, I walked along with her.

On the way back to the house this time, her gait was remarkably different. Briskly, she walked past me, went to her room, and closed the door behind her. In her hand, were a few letters, but what stood out was the large brown envelope. She had the letters in her hand, but the only thing that I was holding was my confidence in the Lord, and the favorable result of the wait.

Then something extremely strange happened. Her crying surged through the thin wooden door; however, the distressful moaning was assuaged. That, for me, was an extraordinarily good sign. My heart was not only doing the hopscotch now, but it was pounding away as if I were on the last lap of any marathon.

As if the conductors were in place, the change in the chain of events was evident. My bed was now the trampoline, and like a puppet on a string, she was just bouncing away. It was then laughter overtook the crying, and it filled the

room like the aroma of the sweetest perfume. There was a shift in me, and more than ever, I longed to go and see what was happening, but I waited for the invitation, which was delaying its speed.

Finally, the door opened, and the sweetest words hit my ears:

“Mom look at the working of the God of more than enough. This is nothing less than His warm hand on my shoulder. He turned impossible into possible, difficult into easy, and no way into the way.”

“Go on, Daughter!”

Mom! This is my acceptance letter. Tuition, housing, and books are paid in full. I have pocket money to the maximum. Mom; I have fellowship and scholarship. Hurrah to the God of infinite possibilities!” Winning the first prize in any contest could not be compared with this unspeakable joy during this episode of my live. In obedience to the admonition in Psalm 136:1, I repeated, “Give thanks unto the Lord for He is good!”

If was evident that God showed up and showed off to benefit us. It is a fact that what is impossible with man is possible with God. Yes, He rolled all the barriers out of the way, and He made the way when there was no conceivable way. God confirmed that He is the ultimate way maker if we never give up.

What’s your struggle? What are you waiting on God to do for you? How long do you think that you will have to wait to have that victory shout? The comfort is that those who wait on God’s timing will never be disappointed. The following

words confirm that He is the God who can be trusted. “I am the Lord, that is my name: and my glory will I not give to another” (Isaiah 42:8).

It became more evident to me that the battles that I am drawn into are not mine to fight. To establish His promises, He generally presents situations that only He has the supreme ability to deal with. In Exodus14 :14 it states: The Lord will fight for you and ye shall hold your peace.

Indeed, based on my salary, it was impossible for me to pay the tuition, because it was certainly just a drop in the bucket. Ultimately the ability to pay any other expenses would be impossible. Unquestionably, to find the one hundred dollars to pay the entrance fee was the test of my faith, but God took charge. It is true! “He is rich in houses and land and holds the wealth of the world in His hand,” declared Harriet E. Buell- 1834. God provided the one hundred dollars on time.

God took care of all other expenses, and He paid them all in full, even to the overflow. Yes, He did. That’s what He does for all who trust and never give up. He supplies all our needs according to His riches in glory. Publishing his fame is my greatest delight. I urge you to join me. Won’t you? Surely Victory is ours when we wait on God’s timing in every area of our lives. My admonition is: trust the God of infinite possibilities and “Never give up!”