Last night was rough.
My throat felt thick and raw, and I kept waking myself up snoring—something I never do. It was like my own body was betraying me, forcing me into restless half-sleep all night.
By morning, I was exhausted. But life doesn’t pause for lack of sleep.
I had lunch with SW and DM, catching up on life, faith, and everything in between. It felt good to connect, even if my body was lagging behind my spirit.
That evening, we went to P and L’s home group, where AB shared a dream he had about us the night before.
It was powerful. As he spoke, I scrambled to write down as much as I could.
God’s currency has always been love.
Satan introduced the currency of knowledge in the Garden—the knowledge of good and evil.
This knowledge is a counterfeit. A very good counterfeit.
And here’s where it got even deeper.
Organized religion has become one of the biggest proponents of the counterfeit currency.
People go to church thinking they are reaching God, but in reality, they are only accumulating counterfeit wealth—knowledge without intimacy, theology without relationship.
Just like counterfeit money, the more people accumulate, the more it devalues the real thing.
And then came the part that hit us personally.
In the dream, Tom and I were holding $84 in cash.
This was all that remained of our counterfeit currency.
When it was gone, God replaced it with the real thing—His love. And we were so overjoyed that we began pouring it into others, and as they received it, they too began letting go of the counterfeit.
They lost interest in knowledge and money, and God replaced it dollar for dollar with love.
I sat there, stunned. That was exactly where we were—down to $40 left in the bank. Was this God’s way of telling us that He was about to replace everything we had lost with something far greater?
P, who had been listening intently, started asking questions.
“How serious is your situation?”
We told him. We had $40 left, and rent was coming up. But we knew—we knew—that God would provide. And we also knew that we were not supposed to ask anyone for help.
"Pray," we told him.
"If God leads you, then give what He lays on your heart. But we will not ask."
As we were leaving, P handed us an envelope.
“God told me to give this to you,” he said.
I opened it, and my heart leaped. It was enough.
Enough to feed Tom’s sister and brother-in-law while they were here.
Enough for gas money to get them back and forth to the airport.
Enough to remind us that God sees, God provides, and God is enough.
Today, in our study of Lies Women Believe, we reviewed the ones that had impacted us the most. The one I needed to revisit was this:
Lie: God is not enough.
Truth: God is always enough.
And as if God Himself wanted to underline that truth in bold ink, I read this passage from Psalm 73:
Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.
You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into glory.
Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
—Psalm 73:23-26
Yes, Lord. You are my portion forever. You are enough.
Even when we have nothing, we have everything in You.
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