Iceberg, right ahead!

It was ten days before the performances.
Ten.
And Bruce Ismay had never been to rehearsal. Lady Astor dropped out without telling anyone.
The proposal had come back lacking the promise of a budget or compensation to cover the costs of the show.
The prop list had three things checked off.
A few people were costumed - some had no costumes at all.
They had just gotten off-book, rehearsing in the historical hotel a few buildings down from the theater.
There was no set.
No one to run lights. No fog machine ready.
The music was picked and far from perfect - missing a piece.
The projector for the backdrops put on hold while Lindsey tried to set up a meeting with Steve to talk about where to get the money to buy the supplies needed to make lifeboats and life vests and buy dry ice. Even with a rare, good night sleep, the production drove her to her knees.
"Help Lord. I want to believe you're coming through for all this - I do - but it's just SOOO hard. I don't know how much I need to do and how much I need to wait for you to do."
Trust wasn't easy. Letting go of what little control she had wasn't easy.
But then the words came, "Lindsey, when have I ever let you down?"
Flashes of hurt - old wounds that she used to wonder why He let happen - flashed through her head in defense. But were they really hurts?
He had freed her from a church where she lived under doubt, confusion and condemnation.
From friends who didn't understand her calling the way she did, and may have kept her from discovering it all in the name of "following God's will."
Old wounds suddenly looked like God stepping in and breaking chains so she was free to follow him away from her own preconceived ideas of what His will for her life was.
"No. You haven't."
It was kind of crazy to wonder where her lack of faith came through.
If God could stop the sun and command the waters and bring down entire nations in one day - he could probably wrangle up an actor or two and a lifeboat and everything the play needed - with the funds to pay for it - in five days.
But it was still so hard to trust and relax and it led her into desperate prayers about sin and faith and trust. Even while the thoughts crept in that she should be working on music and finding an actress and making phone calls about various details. Perhaps putting an add on Creig's List for a boat.
After all, the production couldn't wait while she learned enough faith and to understand which ideas were from God and which were for her own, desperate mind.
But a string of promises followed bringing both comfort and humiliation, "I will never leave you or forsake you. I will supply all your needs according to My riches. I will hold you in my right hand, lest you dash your foot against a stone. I will shelter You in my wings. I will never fail. And I never lie."
So here she was.... sitting an hour later, after counting the days on the calendar and coaching her breathing back to normal. Was this the way she had hoped to see God work through the lives of the actors? To show Himself strong? Dare she explain at rehearsal what was going on - that they had no budget - with one of the people who had promised to "see what they could do" sitting right there?
Did she tell them that God had promised to provide and let them all see what he had in store?
Was that what he was planning through all of this?