A Road Less Travelled

 So, there was this move scheduled for Saturday. Yes. Was. Brian the Seller does not have the work done on the house that he was supposed to and now he thinks it will take him to the end of August possibly the end of September. I have absolutely no idea what we are doing until then. But, you know what, I’m cool.

I will admit that I am at the stressed end of cool, but it is still cool nonetheless. And I have only one explanation for that. His name is God and I call it grace. My dad was talking about growth, but I disagree. Growth is when you are over time conformed to the image of God. Grace feels more like God just reaches down and flips the worry switch to ‘off’. Of course, you need grace to grow so don’t look at it too closely, but anyway, my fret switch got flipped to ‘off’.

It’s kinda funny sometimes, though, cause I look back and if we have to go somewhere and sort of hang in limbo I can see some really stupid looking bits of providence that would make it so much easier. For instance, I just recently purchased a piece of high-quality foam to use as a mattress. I wanted a bed I could roll up and put away when I wasn’t using it. So, I ordered this foam and it wasn’t supposed to come yet. But, lo and behold, it pops up in the mail on Thursday. It was supposed to take much longer than that, but now I have a bed I can lay out in, say, a dining room in a two bedroom apartment, sleep comfortably, and then pick up again in the morning. It feels like a really dumb thing to care about, but home is where your bed is and now my bed can travel and that makes me feel tons better. The best I can figure is God took it into His head to be extraordinarily good to me as usual. So I’ll say thank you and try to be prepared for whatever else He sends my way. And I’ll keep y’all posted.