Immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and took hold of him, and said to him “You of little faith, why did you doubt?”

—Matt. 14:31

I cannot count the times that I have doubted God in every aspect of my life. But I never expected to have that doubt even after blessings after blessings have unraveled right before my very eyes.

The rebuilding project started with a plan of having a sacrificial dinner to raise funds for the Typhoon Haiyan (Yolanda) victims. We didn’t have a concrete plan yet as to what specific help would we extend since the relief operation was done, so we didn’t have a target amount in mind. We just prayed that it will be successful, and we would just take it from there. As we prayed for the upcoming dinner, we were challenged with how we see God as our provider. We first suggested that we pray for an amount that we thought then was somehow enough. All we knew was we wanted to help in any way we could. Little did we expect that God would pleasantly surprise us with showers of blessings that would burst and change our lives forever.

It was so amazing how God beautifully orchestrated everything—from the financial provision to the kind hearts who unselfishly devoted their time, talents, and skills to be channels of God’s blessings. We were so dumbstruck that we could actually help by giving families shelter and homes again. That was just so awesome.

As the bible say, “And we know everything work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose” (Rom. 8:28). After everybody “volted in” and the beneficiaries were identified, off we went to Bantayan Island—the day after Christmas.

We had a few hiccups when the actual project started but none big enough to cause worry; we knew we had a big God and that he’d take care of us there.

Until our last night in the island.

We had just finished the flooring of the house that we rebuilt, and the cement was still fresh and had not dried yet. From morning till night of that day, it had been raining cats and dogs. Our tents were floating due to the rain, and the beneficiary’s makeshift house was dripping everywhere. We had nowhere to sleep. We were in the middle of a coconut farm. Neighbors lived meters away, and there was no commercial beach resort in the area that we could go to to spend the night. We were all very tired with the construction work, and it was so cold that night that some of us fell asleep sitting. My weary and wicked heart started to question the worthiness of it all. I asked God what exactly he wanted me to do right at that very moment when I was so tired, and I shamefully complained about everything. My cellphone’s battery had run low, so I didn’t get the encouraging messages my friends sent. I was left staring at the starless sky and evaluating everything. I couldn’t stop a tear from falling; I was so ashamed of my ungratefulness. God had given us good weather the entire three days that we were constructing the house. It was only on the fourth day when we had finished with the roof that the rain came. So even if it rained hard on the fourth day, we were able to finish the flooring and complete the construction. I didn’t even see that. I had allowed my trust to waver because of the pouring rain and coldness of the night.

A few minutes later, God cleared up my doubts. A distant relative of the beneficiary who lived a few blocks away offered to give us shelter. Again, we were all left speechless with how God prepared everything. After three nights of sleeping in a tent, we were finally able to lay our backs on a soft bed with pillows and blankets.

This trip opened our eyes to how blessed we are even in the minute details of our lives.