The Milk Bomb

There have been many times along this journey where I have found myself wondering how we would make ends meet. Both my husband and I have grown better at trusting God to provide, but my ministry “bucket” had been running dry and I couldn’t see where the funds would be coming from any time soon. I happened to be talking to another evangelist, and he mentioned that he had been making some good money donating plasma. While I realized this was a possibility, I had never seriously considered it . . .  

I found myself rationalizing that the two 90-minute sessions each week could be my meditation time—and I would be helping to save lives. Certainly, this could be a great way to get some additional, steady income. Something I could count on. (Something I had control over!) I made an appointment for the very next morning. After going through all the paperwork, video training, health screening, etc., they took me to the phlebotomists—only to find out I couldn’t give! My veins weren’t big enough or strong enough! Hmmm . . . dead end. 

The very next day, I had a meeting with the founder of the ministry, and he told me he had seen that there had been a $1,000 donation given to my ministry . . . by someone I had never heard of . . . who lived in Florida! It was as though God wanted to show me that he did indeed have this! He would provide my needs, if even through someone I may have never met and I had no idea how my ministry might have impacted them!

When I received my monthly financial statements, I was reminded of that odd, unexpected, well-timed gift. The very next morning, I woke up after having a vision of a gallon of milk crashing to the floor with milk exploding everywhere. I didn’t understand this one right away. I remember thinking, “Why in the world would I dream about a gallon of milk exploding?!” It wasn’t until later that I realized what it meant. You know how when you drop a container with liquid, it goes flying everywhere? As you clean it up, you realize how many places it reached. Even after you think you got it all, weeks later you find more spots, in even more unexpected places! 

I think evangelism is like that. You don’t even realize the impact and the far-reaching implications of speaking God’s truth and sharing the gospel. Maybe that man had a daughter in the county jail where I led Bible studies? Or a granddaughter at a local church I had spoken at? Who knows the far-reaching impact of our obedience and how much time might transpire before we realize how far it truly went . . . and what about the spots we never find? And isn’t it interesting that, in order for that milk to splash with such far-reaching implications, it has to hit rock bottom? Seems true for the most powerful evangelists I know. 

“And my God will meet all your

needs according to the riches

of his glory in Christ Jesus.”

Philippians 4:19 NIV

“But thanks be to God, who in Christ

always leads us in triumphal

procession, and through us spreads

the fragrance of the knowledge

of him everywhere.”

2 Corinthians 2:14 NIV

“And this gospel of the kingdom will

be preached in the whole world

as a testimony to all nations,

and then the end will come.”

Matthew 24:14 NIV