After nearly 20 years of disappointments and failed concerts in Memphis, I stepped out of my comfort zone and made a giant leap of faith. On the advice of a friend who knew a choral conductor and after one face-to-face meeting with that same conductor, I embraced a challenge more than 3,000 miles away. Without funding and no ideal of how to raise the needed money, I signed a contract with a choral group in Portland, Oregon, hired a film crew for the event and booked reservations.
Then, the preparations started. During the next several months, my husband and I along with our children scraped and saved every penny. But that was not the hard part. On the eve of our departure for Oregon, the grim reality could no longer be pushed away. We were short thousands of dollars for the last payment.
The dilemma was simple– no money, no concert. What to do? We had nothing left but the train tickets in our hands. Now came the hard decision; sadly, there was only one logical answer and that answer was painful…cancel. But that’s when I made my leap of faith. We boarded the train for the three day journey west, trusting that God would provide.
Arriving in Portland, checking into the hotel and attending rehearsals, we had received no solutions, but still believing God for the answer. The final rehearsal was wrapping up; the last payment would be due within minutes. Then, my son, Todd who had arrived late, walked in with a loan check from a bank that was given to him just one day earlier. But here is the miraculous part of it all… he had never applied for any loan.
Even though we did pay back the loan, the ordeal was a mystery to the bank. But I knew. God had provided a way out of the impossible.