My mission trip team spent a week ministering in Portland, Oregon. On Tuesday our team was resting at our base church before our night meeting. I pulled a Bible off the shelf to look up a verse, and a $100 bill fell from the pages. Who knows where it came from? I took it to the pastor, but he told me to keep it because he believed God had something in mind. So I put it in my wallet, asking God to show me what to do with it.
On Thursday our team was doing evangelism in downtown Portland. Three of us met a woman who was asking for directions. When we asked her if she was new to Portland, she said she was in the city for a new start after four years in prison. We found out she was a Christian looking for people to fellowship with. We prayed and prophesied over her, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Then the Holy Spirit reminded me of the $100 bill in my wallet. It was raining, so I gave her my umbrella, a picture I had drawn that said, “freedom,” and finally the $100 bill. When she received it, she started to cry more. It was as if she had received a Holy Spirit hug that nearly knocked her over.
“No way!” she cried. “You won’t believe this.”
That very morning an old friend had contacted her, asking her to help in a drug deal. They would have paid her half the price: exactly $100. But she refused to do it, telling God, “I am not going to do this. I believe You will provide.”
We were all amazed! We gave her more gifts and prayed for her. She felt the fire of God on her body.
I was in touch with her in the weeks that followed. She wanted to plug in with different churches in Portland. She said she had hope for her future, believed Jesus loved her, and that He would continue to provide for all her needs.