Lately I’ve been under some stress. I’ve never really had to think about money. I’ve always had enough income and very few bills. But now things are changing.
Since I only recently started my business, income is low. Very low. Almost non-existent. I started freaking out. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a paying client and had done a shoot that wasn’t just for my portfolio. So I prayed…God, bring me some work.
And then the phone calls started. Babysitting for several different families, painting my grandparents’ house, and helping organize my uncle’s new house. Okay God, not exactly what I had in mind, but I’ll take it for now.
After a few weeks, the stress still hadn’t gone away. Until yesterday when someone wrote me a check that blew me away. Which brought on that still, small voice in my heart…”See, I was taking care of you the whole time.”
So here I am, feeling ridiculous. Why did I ever doubt that He didn’t have it under control and that He wasn’t taking care of me?
Yes, I’m still praying that he will send some more jobs my way and continue to build my business, but until then, I’ll be practicing some trust.