Me: I can’t seem to get ahead. 
Silence
Me: Everytime I take two steps forward financially,  I go three steps back.
Silence
Me:I try to budget but it doesn’t work.  I don’t live extravagantly. I try to apply my money wisely to benefit my family and anyone else.
God: Why  not try trusting me?
Me: I do trust you. I live my life with you in mind. I want to do your will.
God: But not with your money. 
Me: I give as often as I can.
God: Why wouldn’t you be able to give.  You have a job…
Me: Sometimes I am pressed by all the demands and it’s just gone.
God: Alot of people have that problem.  Millionaires even.  Can you imagine having millions and not having enough.
Me: I don’t know what to do.
God: Trust me.  You trust me a lot but not with your sustenance.  Not with keeping you fed and clothed and housed.  You only trust you with that.
Silence
God: Sometimes the last one is the hardest.
Me: Money is my last one?
God: Um, No, but the further you go,  they harder they are to let go.
Me: I’ll try.
God: Try is good.  Just decide how high a priority I am and the work of reaching the lost is. Maybe higher than Netflix and Kohls?
Me: My intent is to put my offering to you at the top of the list. If something else needs to go,  so be it.  And I trust you and let you guide those decisions.  It feels awful and scary already.
God.  Sacrifice is rarely easy. You’re never alone.
Me: I know.  I love you God.  Thank you for being here for me when I call.