“Do you trust me?” was the question I heard the Holy Spirit say to me while I sat on an old lifeguard chair overlooking a lake tucked in between the mountains at a family camp I had frequented growing up. The question He posed gripped my heart and my eyes filled with tears as I sat there contemplating my answer. I wasn’t fully convinced that I did actually trust Him, even in the smallest of ways, but I also knew I had nowhere else to turn. I mumbled a very desperate “yes” back to Him as I tried holding back the tears that began to roll down my face.
Lifeguarding had been my main gig since I was 15 years old and I was filling in for a friend that day who needed coverage. It was nearing the beginning of summer and I had just been given notice that I had two weeks to move out of my childhood home. I was 18 years old at the time, about to turn 19. I would soon have no car, no roof over my head, and I was suddenly in need of a full-time job where I could fully support myself financially, not yet having any form of a college degree. It was a surreal, terrifying situation for me to be in. My well-being was being threatened, I was afraid of how I would be able to provide for myself and I had no idea how He would navigate me through this one. I certainly knew that it would take a miracle for me to find a roof to sleep under, a place to work, as well as some form of transportation, all within the next two weeks. As my shift ended, I got off the lifeguard chair with red puffy eyes, a boulder in my throat that threatened to bring even more tears and a small piece of hope that maybe I could trust God to provide all the things I so desperately needed, in a timely manner.
It wasn’t 30 minutes later after climbing off that chair, that I found myself talking with the camp recreation director, debriefing about the day, answering his questions, and giving him some feedback. I felt myself fade in and out of our conversation, as my mind was clearly on other things that afternoon. And then it happened. The miracle happened. It came in the form of some information and a question from the man that stood in front of me and went a little like this: “Every year we put together a summer camp recreation staff that is made of lifeguards, zip-line and climbing wall instructors, etc. that work the zip lines, the climbing walls, the pools and at the lake. Applications for this summer started back in January, but we are looking for one more person to join our team. I don’t suppose you would be interested in a summer job, would you? The only requirement is that you would have to live here for the summer. Your room and board would be taken care of and you wouldn’t need a car.” I looked at him, probably bewildered. He had no idea about the situation I was in, but God did. Playing it cool, I told Ben (was his name) that I would have to think and pray about it and that I would get back to him soon. Obviously, I took