Remembering

In the early 80’s, I remember praying and telling God with tears that it was hard for me to spend the little money I had on toiletries. (To give you an idea, my tithe was $1.73!) I asked Him to please help me with this and then forgot about it, not telling anyone. Not long after, I received a box in the mail from my mother, filled with shampoo, conditioner, and lotion samples that she and my dad had acquired in their travels. I was blown away - so small and yet so huge!

On the morning of a doctor’s appointment, I found $20 in my shoes. (This happened several times.)

One time, while traveling, my alarm clock broke. After a concert I had performed somewhere in CA, a woman I had attempted to share Christ with on an airplane months before, came to hear us sing. She came to the concert and afterward handed me a small box, wrapped up in pretty paper. You guessed it: an alarm clock!

These are the “small” things, but they are just as significant as the much needed “ram in the thicket” gifts that came unexpectedly when needed. (Like the desperately needed $5000 that came from a church I'd never been to.)

The wonderful part of all this is that He hasn’t changed, He continues to provide grace and strength for each day, one day at a time. I have learned that one day is all that I can handle, anyway.

Remembering Him and all that He does is hydrating to the heart.