envelope from her mother and pulled out the money. She counted it. âTwenty dollars?â There in her hand was twenty dollars in one-dollar bills. âThere should have been more. Did you see how many people were in there? There were more than twenty people who came to the front to give in the special offering for me. I expected a few hundred dollars.â She had anticipated at least $500. She needed the money to cover some of the items she charged on her credit card during her vacation.
âWell you didnât preach that good. Thatâs why they didnât give you anything.â Her mother walked away and got into her car and drove off.
Disappointed, Misha looked at her grandmother, who was waiting patiently at her car. She unlocked the door and helped her into the car. It was silent in the car as they drove down the busy highway home.
âYou was out of order.â
âGrandma, not you too,â Misha said as she continued to drive in the heavy Sunday afternoon traffic.
âYou was out of order. Did God tell you to do that?â
âDo what?â Misha tried to look at her grandmother while trying to keep an eye on the rapidly moving traffic.
âPray for all dem people?â
âGod told me to tell that girl âitâs not so.â I heard Him so clear. I know it was God. I was right. She and the pastor told me she has stomach cancer. I didnât know that when I put my hand on her stomach and prayed for her. I never met the girl before in my life.â
âDid God tell you to do that?â
Misha didnât want to answer her grandmother. She knew God did not tell her to pray for the young lady. He only told her to say âit is not so.â
âDid God tell you?â Her grandmotherâs voice grew louder and stronger.
âNo. I thought . . . well, I thought.â
âOnly do what God tells you. Itâs important that you do exactly what God tells you. Nothing more.â
âBut, Grandma, I was right.â
âWas you? What âbout all those other peoples?â Misha couldnât answer. âYou shoulda asked the pastor before you prayed.â
Misha looked over at her. A sinking feeling came into her body. It was the exact same thing she heard. Too embarrassed to admit it to her grandmother, she felt so guilty. She was out of order. She should have listened to the Spirit. Instead, she went for the theatrics in ministry, like she had seen so many other people do. Maybe that was what God was telling them to do, not her. For her, it was pure selfishness. She was learning to follow Godâs direction to a tee. She prayed for God to forgive her for her disobedience.
âAlways remember. Do only what God tells ya. You ainât no Tay Patrick. You Misha Holloway and you have to do it the way God tells you not like anyone else. They have to do it the way God tells them.â
As they continued their journey, Mishaâs grandmother continued to minister to her about obedience to the voice of the Lord. Although Misha cried, her tears did not have an effect on her grandmother. She continued correcting and teaching her about the gift until they reached her home.
Misha helped her grandmother into the house and watched as she walked to the refrigerator and pulled out the big pitcher of tea she always had and poured two glasses full for them.
âGrandma, I studied and prayed all week for that sermon. Seems like they wouldâve appreciated the sermon, even if I messed up at the end. I felt like a waitress who only received a penny tip after she went above and beyond the call of duty to serve.â
âDonât worry yourself about money. Bible say, âBless the prophet, receive prophet reward.â Dem siddity peoples should have blessed you anyhow. Theyâs pay, sholl will. Theyâs should have blessed the prophet.â
âGrandma, I donât wish bad on anybody.â Misha sipped her tea.
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