I woke up the morning of Sunday the 22nd with a feeling of inexplicable peace. Inexplicable because I had gone to bed worried and stressed. But God said, ‘Be still and know that I am God.’
So I made plans. And they fell through. So I tried something else. And it failed.
So I waited. I just knew exactly how God was going to make it work. An unexpected check would arrive. Surprise windfall.
Nope. His ways are not my ways. His thoughts are not my thoughts.
Checked our bank account every day. No change. Well, more correctly, just change. Checked the mail, no surprise windfall.
But no bills either. None. I was a little worried when the envelope came from the credit union. It contained the receipt from my mom making my loan payment. A note on the back saying just because we love you. (Thanks Mom!) And each night, we had food. Plenty of food. Leftovers, even. Just enough fuel in the gas tank for the week.
One week. Sixty eight cents in the bank account. And it was enough.
Loaves and fishes.
Sometimes I need the reminder.