No money, but I had God and a smoke.
After landing in Tranquility Station, after losing everything, it could have been the worst time of my life. But it turned into the best time because there I was, building a treehouse, living completely by faith, and knowing what a privilege it all was.
I have too many stories of how God provided my needs. Yeah, it was tough, but faith is the evidence of things hoped for, the substance of things not seen.
As I was starting to build the treehouse, I needed a nail. Not just any nail, but a big spike. I knew that treehouses move in the wind, so the whole thing had to be built to handle swaying in the wind. I had three spikes and needed one more. So, I prayed and asked God for a nail. My building project was at a complete standstill without it.
A couple of days went by and there was no spike anywhere up there, (If there was, no one was giving it up), and I was getting despondent. I knew winter was coming and time was ticking away. On the third day I woke up, read my Bible and prayed, “Lord, I really need that nail, but I know you know.” I puttered around the place for a few hours then decided to head down to the main camp to see if anyone was up yet and maybe have some bannock.
As I was walking down the trail, there it was! A nail! It was bent and rusty, but it was exactly what I was praying for. I dropped to my knees crying and thanking and praising God. For a bent rusty nail.
Everything I needed was there in the woods, somewhere.
