My Provider

Sometimes I can be in the middle of the most ordinary tasks when the Lord catches my attention. Today it was in the midst of picking up and sorting through clothes and shoes and newspapers on my side of the bedroom floor (I've got the corner wall that is a notorious random-stuff collector).

I listen to internet radio most days. I like the variety that pops up and the few-and-far-between commercials to deal with. This song followed Total Eclipse of the Heart that was preceded by the likes of Redneck Woman and You Give Love A Bad Name. I'm not sure what would have followed it because as far as I was concerned, the music time was over.

Last night, we could not even rent a movie for lack of funds. This morning, I was able to go to the doctor and get a prescription filled thanks to the early deposit of my husband's paycheck. The movie was not needed. The doctor visit was. I guess I was just reminded of His perfect timing. I don't know that we'll ever have more than we need, but we always have just what we need when we need it.

(And I've spent time with prosperity preachers and their teaching, so save your wisdom there. It means nothing to me to see pastors and their assistants and their assistant's assistants drive around in foreign models and vacation in exotic places while the rest of the financially-strapped congregation struggles to keep the church lights on and feed orphan children).

But we won't go there.

I'm not against riches. I would like to try it. In fact, I've always wanted to be a main character in a John Grisham novel. It's typically a rags-to-riches story where the main guy earns his ka-billions through less than ethical standards. He gets to play hard, spend most of it, get caught, and still escape to the Caribbean where he has even more millions stashed away in Grand Cayman. Not that I support illegal tax evasion, mind you, but I do support every person's chance to live the high life at least for a short time (and not at the expense of credit card debt).

Anyway, I have once again veered off the path I had originally intended. I was reminded through that earlier song that God is always there. My husband and I had the most in-depth conversation the other night on the front porch (the one where I was tempted to shoot a fly with a .38). We were looking back on the last (almost) four years and how the Lord has been at every turn we have made. Even if it was the wrong turn, He was there to turn us around to get us back on the right track. Our house sold when it shouldn't have, we found a house that we loved that nobody else wanted... even with the whole job loss thing for me, I've been available for the kids when we've had no one else to fall back on. I could go on, but a look through all the entries of this blog will more than enough support the theory (no, the belief) that we serve a God who cares and loves and saves. And by the way, I learned all that from my Grandma Faye.

She would love all the talking I do about her.
I can see her smiling just as plain as day.
And for the record, she would agree with me on the prosperity thing.
Just thought I'd throw that in.

P.S. If you liked that video, look up this Joplin version.
No matter where I live, I'll always be a Missouri girl.