July 25, 2013
My neighbor asked me to go to lunch for my birthday. Afterwards, when we pulled up at our house, I looked down at my phone and noticed a voicemail from a number I didn’t recognize. As she was talking with the kids, I listened to the message.
“Hello, Rachel. This is Valerie from Christian Broadcast Network’s 700 Club. Would you give me a call at your soonest convenience?” she said as she left her number.
My heart leapt.
After she drove off, I ran over to Michael, “Guess what?”
"Guess who just called me,” I paused not giving him enough time to answer, “The 700 Club!”
“No way! Call ‘em back, call ‘em back!”
I called my mom first to ask for prayer.
“Can you believe they called me today? On my birthday? Of all the days!” I exclaimed.
“It’s like God’s giving you a hug today,” she said.
I walked to the backyard and called Valerie, speaking with her for half an hour about the car accident in my driveway. She was giving the first initial call, and let me know that I’d hear from someone in production if my story was moved to that stage.
My dimly burning wick started to spark--I was relieved to see God moving on my behalf.