Father's Day
I am not spending father's day with my little people. I do have a houseful of little ones today, though, that are not my little people, although they run around with my last name.
They're Wendi's kids. Yes, that Wendi, and no, I don't understand it either, except that they're here and they're just kids that want desperately to be loved. I so understand that, though.
Anyway, my mom and her friend are coming for an early birthday BBQ so I have to make this quick, but I have a story to tell. OK, two stories to tell because one is going to lead in to another.
I have to buy a rim for my truck. I needed tires and the shop I went to wouldn't mount a tire to one of the rims because the holes are wallered out. Wallered is a word where I work. I had forgotten how that happened. Seven years ago, someone loosened the lug nuts on my front tire and the rim became damaged. I have spent $600 in the last two weeks to get both cars registered and it's been a fight. In the middle of an agonizing process, I was having a bit of a pity party.
Why?
And then God showed me something I hadn't seen before. When I was at work, I remembered the how of the rim becoming damaged and God reminded me that what I ought to feel was grateful that the rim lasted seven years. It lasted me until I would have the means and ability to pay to replace it. It's that change of viewpoint that caused me to think differently about some things that are going on in my life.
Fast forward to yesterday, when I was returning a tiller I'd borrowed from a friend. I was kind of talking to him about the crazy and then I got home and was reminded through some random(?) suggested Facebook post that God is in control, even when things seem out of control.
And then I went to church this morning. Where I was reminded by just being in the presence of God that it's not chaos to Him. I was just thinking about nothing but God and this overwhelming feeling of it all making sense to Him just made me think of things differently. He's up to something. I am hoping I know what it is, but even so,
"It is well with my soul."
And before anybody jumps to conclusions, that Wendi is now Mrs. Ruiz, and even if she weren't, I don't miss the "cucumbers". (Read Numbers 11, you'll get it.) and there, for me, is no wanting to go back to Egypt.
God is so good to me, and I just want to thank Him for being that Good, Good Father to me today.
They're Wendi's kids. Yes, that Wendi, and no, I don't understand it either, except that they're here and they're just kids that want desperately to be loved. I so understand that, though.
Anyway, my mom and her friend are coming for an early birthday BBQ so I have to make this quick, but I have a story to tell. OK, two stories to tell because one is going to lead in to another.
I have to buy a rim for my truck. I needed tires and the shop I went to wouldn't mount a tire to one of the rims because the holes are wallered out. Wallered is a word where I work. I had forgotten how that happened. Seven years ago, someone loosened the lug nuts on my front tire and the rim became damaged. I have spent $600 in the last two weeks to get both cars registered and it's been a fight. In the middle of an agonizing process, I was having a bit of a pity party.
Why?
And then God showed me something I hadn't seen before. When I was at work, I remembered the how of the rim becoming damaged and God reminded me that what I ought to feel was grateful that the rim lasted seven years. It lasted me until I would have the means and ability to pay to replace it. It's that change of viewpoint that caused me to think differently about some things that are going on in my life.
Fast forward to yesterday, when I was returning a tiller I'd borrowed from a friend. I was kind of talking to him about the crazy and then I got home and was reminded through some random(?) suggested Facebook post that God is in control, even when things seem out of control.
And then I went to church this morning. Where I was reminded by just being in the presence of God that it's not chaos to Him. I was just thinking about nothing but God and this overwhelming feeling of it all making sense to Him just made me think of things differently. He's up to something. I am hoping I know what it is, but even so,
"It is well with my soul."
And before anybody jumps to conclusions, that Wendi is now Mrs. Ruiz, and even if she weren't, I don't miss the "cucumbers". (Read Numbers 11, you'll get it.) and there, for me, is no wanting to go back to Egypt.
God is so good to me, and I just want to thank Him for being that Good, Good Father to me today.
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