I came down to the early morning darkness of Friday with a great sense of need. The things done this week were things that I really felt like I needed to do, but it was Friday already, and we were getting weekend company. And I was nowhere near ready. There was shopping left to do, food to prepare, house to clean, beds to make.
The first morning hours flew by as lunches were packed and ladies were bathed and dressed and fed and finally out the door to their respective centers. Youngest Daughter needed a ride to work, and so I decided that I would take her, swing by the grocery store on the way home, and then “do my best and leave the rest” as far as housework was concerned.
I was playing a CD on my car stereo as I pulled into the parking lot. I sat there, listening to the words as the music swirled around me.
I knew that if I thought about it too much, I would cry, so I whispered a prayer to my Heaven and said, “Lord Jesus, I don’t know how you will help me, but I believe that you can — that you WILL– see me through.” And I gathered my coupons and purse and headed into the store.
While I was heading down the coffee aisle, my cell phone rang.
“Where are you???” asked a familiar voice. My Youngest Sister.
“I’m in the store. Where are you?”
“I’m here, at your house. I came to help you clean, and you aren’t here.”
“I know, but I had to take Rachel to work, and now I am getting groceries . . . I can hurry straight home, though.”
“No, don’t rush, but what can I do until you get here????”
And so, I gave her some things to keep her busy until I got home, and got on with finishing my great shopping expedition. I finished up, came out of the store, and got into my van.
“And if He hung the moon. . .” came on all over again, and this time, I didn’t even try to not cry. The presence and love of the Heavenly Father came crashing over me in waves. And it was such an encouraging thing. I came home, Younget Sister stayed to help to an amazing finish, and this whole weekend has been just way better than anticipated. When I am tempted to forget, I am reminded of His special care over me on Friday, and trust that it will all work out for good.
What a Mighty God we serve!