I’ve wanted a grain mill for about three years. It has been at the top of my wish list but keeps getting bumped for more urgent things like eye glasses, root canals, fixing the vehicle, a trip to the ER for 17 stitches, a wedding, buying curriculum and books, and a much needed new toilet. You get the idea.
About a month ago, I prayed. I resigned myself to never having a grain mill. At the cost of nearly $300, I was just never going to be able to afford it. I hashed it out with the Lord, telling Him that it wasn’t a frivilous thing, it was for the health of my family. Grinding my own grains for baking bread, muffins, and pancakes is just exponentially healthier than buying flour from the store. Plus, it’s cheaper. (that would be the selling point for my husband.)
I asked the Lord to provide a grain mill for me since I was not going to be able to buy one. Someone out there had a grain mill that they weren’t using and they would just offer to me. I have never ever prayed that someone would give me something. It seems a little weird.
Two days later, I got an e-mail from a friend. She had a Nutrimill her mother had given her and she never used it. Did I want it?
Yes, I wanted it. I couldn’t believe it. It was even the mill that I would probably buy if I were picking one out. Actually, I could believe it. God reached down to little old me and answered my specific prayer.
Thanks, Lord.
Ask and ya shall receive!
that’s incredible! and you will love it! I love mine, truly, truly love it!!!
Amen!!