Your Grace Finds Me…that Matt Redmon song was on the radio as I set off to do my Saturday morning errands. It’s one of the songs that has spoken to the deep recesses of my heart during this season…grace in the midst of the storm…God’s little whispers, and sometimes outright shouts that everything will not only be okay it already is okay.
I was singing this at the top of my lungs in the car this morning not because my circumstances and emotions were in the right place but because sometimes we have to sing/speak of His unseen hand to declare to our unstable hearts that the Person we put our faith in is real.
Emotionally and circumstantially its not been the greatest week, but yet I have been given a lot of protection, grace and favor this week too.
On Thursday night I came home to find my front door wide open. This was after a wonderful dinner with a new-found friend who is walking the same journey as I. We talked for three and a half hours. Such a God connection as the story of our connecting came about purely by two…not just one…divinely appointed meetings.
So coming home to find my front door wide open was a buzz-kill for a moment anyway. My front door needs to either be replaced or rehung as the house settling over the years has warped it. This Summer it didn’t want to open so my husband did a temporary fix on it to give the locking mechanism more room to move. Well, now that lower humidity has come with the colder weather the doorway has expanded and the mechanism doesn’t get good connection. If I don’t get the deadbolt tightly secure the door will open with just a gust of wind.
Fortunately, a criminal did not come by and take advantage of the situation and even more miraculous was the fact that none of my cats…one in particular who is an escape artist…took advantage of the situation. They were all inside when I got home. My furnace was running like crazy, and the big evidence that the door had been open for hours was the fact that it was 93 degrees in my closed-off bedroom.
Well, today as I ran errands I was looking for an outfit to wear to a wedding tomorrow. Living on a single income for the past 10 months has really exercised my frugal muscles. I get frugality naturally from the way I was raised, but let’s be honest, all girls like pretty new outfits. I’m no exception. So armed with a meager budget off shopping I go whispering a prayer. Well, I found a pair of boots for $17 and a dress for $15.
There’s a blood shortage in my area and because I am the universal blood type (O negative) I decided to stop in the blood center and donate. A year ago I had left a much-loved coat there accidentally. I had called back the next day to see if it was still there and the person on the phone assured me it wasn’t. I believed them and prayed that whoever picked it up really needed it and would be blessed by it. So what do I see hanging on the coat rack when I walked in the blood center today? My coat! I told the employee working up front, “Um, you’re going to think I’m crazy or trying to steal a coat, but I think that’s my coat.”. She said, “Did you leave it here over a year ago?”. I said, “Yes!”. She said, “Well, it’s yours because that’s how long its been hanging there. We didn’t give up on its finding its owner.”
To top the day off I stopped into Chick-Fil-A for lunch since I had a gift card I had gotten for Christmas. They were having “Circus Day” for the kids. A friendly clown walked up and gave me a card (photos below) with scripture.