So summer is here in full force. The past 2 days have been well into the 100 degrees. Gonna be a long summer if we dont get some rain. Water rationing is in Stage 1.
This has been an interesting week for me. My parents went on vacation to visit my brother and family..read, the grandchild. My car stopped working on Wednesday. After 3 surgeries and some complications, my Grannie now has a new nose, or a nose in process of becoming a new nose, thanks to skin cancer. (it is amazing how they can now rebuild facial features, her nose is built from skin taken off of her thigh)I am still unemployed and broke, although I am taking odd jobs to get by.
It is the little things that mean the most these days. $1 large soda from McDonalds. A $.75 iced tea refill from Bill Miller BBQ if you take your reusable cup in. Someone mentioned to me that the best thing on the planet was dry roasted edamame. I love edamame. I always have a bag of edamame in my freezer for a snack or sometimes even a dinner. They are good for you and taste good. Had never had them dry roasted though. He found his at Costco so that is where I went. Found them up front by the cash register. They come in a tub and I was overjoyed at the find. I just knew this was another one of those small finds that make my day. After all, the build up had been pretty favorable. So, I bought them, got to my car in the heat, ripped open the top of the jug/tub and grabbed several to throw in my mouth. I dont consider myself a picky eater, but I should have tried a piece or two before I threw a handful in. UGH!! I dont like dry roasted edamame at all. It was a great thing I had a drink to wash that down with because it was really not my thing. If there are any dry roasted edamame fans out there, I have a treat for you. I have never left Costco with only one item in my life before today. Costco is just the kind of place one can get in trouble by browsing around. I had a plan, I stuck to it and left. HUGE progress in my life at this stage of the money game.
2 days ago I slammed my pinky toe into the corner of the wall. I still dont know how that happened except that I was obviously not paying attention where I was walking, and no it wasnt dark..it was broad daylight. I have never had something hurt so wickedly much in my whole life. EVER. Just brushing it against the sheet at night kills me. And shoes? Forget it! Yesterday it turned black and blue, not that I didnt know I had injured it. My word. It has totally taken over the pain of my twisted knee that I injured a month ago and I still cant balance on. (that is another story in itself)
For the past month, I have been helping take care of my Grandmother. We lost my Grandfather on Mothers Day and right after we had his service, my Grannie went in for round 1 of surgery to her nose. She had a reaction to the anesthesia and ended up staying in hospital for several days. She came home but needed a lot of help to get around and all. I think she is finally on the mend, she started back to driving which makes me cringe since she cant wear her glasses quite yet. According to her, she can see people. God help us all, as my Dad says.
Sometimes I really worry about provision. I know God has always met my needs in small ways or large ways. Ways that I would not have known about or thought about or expected. By grace I have never had to live on the street, or beg churches for help, or panhandle. Although, honestly, I can easily see how that can happen. I still have an apartment full of stuff to downsize and if I had a yard, I would throw it all out there and have one big honker of a yard sale. Instead, I am overwhelmed at the thought of piecing it off via ebay or craigslist. So, I worry about provision. And yet still trust that my needs will be met. And then the car breaks down, and I get a speeding ticket in Shavano (taking a drivers class online, supposed to be a comedy class but it isnt and it is PAINFUL to sit through) and expenses hit me that I did not expect and are large in need. I have to wonder how welfare families make ends meet.
I read this today and wanted to share it with you.
Psalm 121:1, "I will lift up my eyes to the hills - from whence comes my help?"
I think so many people get confused by this scripture because they fail to read the next verse. The psalmist goes on to say in the next verse, "My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth." There is the answer. Don't look to the things the Lord has made like the hills, trees, moon or sun for your help. Help does not come from these things - it comes only from Our Father who made them.
Today I will trust God for my strength and provision. No matter what.
Peace,
Sara
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