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I'm gonna tell you the story of what happened to me today. 30 minutes ago, rather. I had a meeting with a few friends from the Jungschiteam. Jungschi is something like christian scouts. We are planning a day camp, a project where we build something called 'Seifenkisten'. I'm not sure if they're called soap boxes in English, but Google tells me they are.

Those things. Funky little cars to roll down a hill with.

Thing is, none of us have built one before. Thing is, we don't have enough people to help yet. Thing is, we are far from having all the material. Thing is, we have one kid who signed up so far, with the end of signup being in about 15 days. Thing is, we hope this gives our Jungschi a big chance to have more kids visit. Thing is, we are inviting loads of kids without christian background, or even the kids of people who are opposed to Christianity.

Or, in short: This is a huge ass project. And we're scared of failing.

Back to the story.

Sort of.

Today is the first day of fasting time. I have, because of that, cut out all social networks (and alcohol, but that's not part of the story.). Social networks are a huge part of my day. I scroll through them when I wake up, in the bus to Uni, during boring lectures, heck, they're probably the last thing I close on my phone before I go to sleep. Just 30 minutes ago, this was gonna be what I'll blog about, as I was weirdly inspired. Someone had other plans.

During one of the mentioned boring lectures, I clicked on the Bible app I have on my phone. I read a few of the daily quotes and then got a push notification, that there's a bible reading plan for the 46 fasting days. I clicked it, and decided to stick to that plan for those days, as I'm gonna have more time on my facebook free hands anyways. I also told it to remind me at 8, about the part I have to read today.

So 30 minutes ago, now a bit more, as writing this takes time, I was walking to the bus stop and inspiration hit me. I started 'writing' the blogpost in my head, something I usually do when I have no means of writing it down where I am. I had my phone, but experience told me that walking and phone is a bad combination.

'I am terrified.' I said. 'Terrified of this time. I have 5 notifications on facebook on the first day. 5. I can only click on them in 46 days! 40. 6. Days. That's like a century. I am so dependent on it. So very attached.' I kept on babbling til I got to the Busstop. 4 minute wait.

I took out my phone: I didn't close the reminder yet. 'Read your part of the reading schedule today! Don't forget!'. I knew I'd forget if I didn't do it right now.

Something (well, someone, but you know) told me: 'Pray.'

So I did.

At the Busstop.

In the cold.

I prayed for understanding of what I'm about to read. For God's blessing with our project, and that all that seems so unsure turns out as he wants it. A bit later, the bus arrived and I got in.

I started to read. Matthew 21, it's the story of Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey and how he was first celebrated and the doubted. And then it happened. God talked to me. Through the bible.

I had been waiting for a sign that this whole project was gonna be alright. That it was a good decision that I was a part of it. That it's gonna be a great experience for everyone.

I re and reread Matthew 21:21

Jesus replied: Truly I tell, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain:'Go, throw yourself in the sea', and it will be done.

Of course, being raised in a christian household, I had heard this before. But it never spoke to me this much. I sent it to my friends, immediately, because I knew I had to. If we can throw mountains in the sea, we should be able to build a bunch of soapboxes.

I am so suddenly so certain that things will turn out okay and got a whole new wave of motivation for this. All of that because I cut out social networks. All of this, because I read the bible, instead of clicking on my five notifications.

And I can tell you: It was so, so very worth to be on the verge of tears on that very occupied bus.