And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? ~ Matthew 6:27
I used to worry a lot about little things that are of no consequence now. What a waste of time, not to mention all the stress that came as a result of all that worrying! Now, I have learned to let my worries go, because I have seen over and over again that God does provide in ways both big and small. Joel and I often comment on His many gifts of grace to us.
For example, here are some small ways that He has stepped up in recent months. You may think they are somewhat silly and inconsequential, but I believe all of them were gifts.
A Gift of Rain- Houston was very dry this past summer, so while walking each morning, I’d send prayers for a good rain to drench the parched plants around town. On one particular day, despite a slim possibility of rain, I decided to try the old “wash the car” trick to make it rain. Donnie Ray was really filthy. The clouds to the east were ominous, so I was hopeful. But alas, there was no rain on the west side of town.
Later, I ran some errands in some really threatening conditions and was hoping to dodge the raindrops until the pristine DR was safely garaged.
Heading west on I-10 towards home, I could see a torrential downpour ahead, and I was honestly thrilled! I didn’t care at all about my clean car; I just wanted it to rain on my garden and give all the trees a good soaking.
Well, my enthusiasm waned as I grew near my house and could see that the torrential downpour ended about a half mile from my house. DANG! My clean car got rained on, but it didn’t rain on my garden!
However, God did come through, and later that afternoon, we did get a wonderful, soaking rain. I was so grateful! I had toweled off DR after the initial deluge , and he was safely protected in the garage when the rains finally came to our house.
Thanks be to God!
The Breakdown- Yet another time God provided was when our car failed while on our summer road trip. We were heading home from Wyoming, and the coolant flushed out on I-45 south, somewhere between Madisonville and Huntsville. We limped over to the side of the road and parked beneath a tree to provide some shade from the summer sun. For some reason, I wasn’t all that worried; sure, it was inconvenient, but we were safe, and I knew we’d get home one way or another.
Tucker and I sat on a beach towel in the shade while we waited for AAA to come to our rescue. As it turned out, our membership provides us 100 miles of free towing. We were exactly 112 miles from home.
I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if this breakdown occurred while we were driving through the desolate panhandle of Texas the day before? How long would it have taken for AAA to get there, and how hot we would have been? (I can take the heat, but we had Tucker with us, and he would have really suffered) Then where would we have towed the car, and how would we have gotten home, etc. etc. How grateful I was that everything turned out so well…
I truly think God was watching over us.
The Shirt Surprise- Our son in law, Kat worked in Houston this summer, but since Shannon was back in Virginia working at her job, she was only able to come visit every so often. So I tried to make Kat’s life a bit easier for him by taking care of such errands as taking his shirts to the cleaners along with Joel’s. They wear different sizes, so we separated them at the cleaners. And once a week, I’d go pick up the clean ones and bring them home.
Kat went back to Virginia in mid August. Two months later (this past week), both he and Shannon returned to participate in a very special wedding. That Tuesday, I picked up Joel’s shirts and brought them home. Upon unwrapping them, he said, “This one isn’t mine. Could it be Kat’s?”
I said, “Surely not; it’s been two months since he’s been here!” Later that week, I took the shirt back to the cleaners, so they could find the rightful owner. Well, they checked the bar code, which indicated that it WAS under our account, and had been dropped off in June.
Where had it been all this time? Who knows? So I took it back home. In an exquisitely timed moment, Kat walked in the back door to press the wrinkles out of another white shirt, and I was able to surprise him with a fresh one all ready to go!
What are the odds of this shirt being lost out there somewhere, only to show up months later at exactly the moment when Kat was back and needing a pressed white dress shirt?
God provides. In small ways and in big ones, and in many that I am not even aware of, He showers us with blessings! I am so grateful.