"Well, I do think someone might have arranged about our meals," said Digory.
"I'm sure Aslan would have, if you'd asked him," said Fledge.
"Wouldn't he know without being asked?" said Polly.
"I've no doubt he would," said the Horse (still with his mouth full). "But I've a sort of idea he likes to be asked."~from The Magician's Nephew by C.S. Lewis
Have said it before and will say it again, "I can be such an Israelite."
Was getting all twitchy in my britches last night anticipating bills due, only minor work in Gary's shop and just feeling like God had other things on His mind but me. Spilled my guts to Him last night, and woke up ready to pick up my frustration once again. And it hasn't helped with day-time sleepers keeping me all nervy because we can't make noise like we need/want to. And we're going into day two of that adventure. Two are asleep as I type here at a quarter to five (almost dinner-time).
Planned on getting my mom's groceries this afternoon (which she pays for when we drop them off), and something for dinner for us as well. Knew what I had in the bank, and was going to have to go over a tiny bit for what we'll deposit tomorrow. (Remember, I am an Israelite.) Anyway, got Mom's stuff and when we were unloading her things, she handed me an envelope, plus gave me a check for what we got. She always makes the check out for a bit more----and get this----with the $20 in the envelope and her 'tip money' as we call it, everything I got was covered and I ended up with one dollar left over.
When will I ever learn? I do believe that God does indeed hear my poor faithless prayers and just wants me to chill a bit. He's got it covered. I do not.
Here's to a dinner of burgers (which fourth son is going to grill) and fries. And an evening of looking at a huge pile of old Valentine's magazines. Must take deep breaths.
Oh, and about Gary's shop. He got calls today and there's work to do. I think it's called 'Grace' in case I need to remember this again. Oh my.
