A reminder of God’s care
I’ve been sick lately. Today after a lovely course of antibiotics, I’m a new man, but Tuesday, things were different. I really had to push to make it through our two services Sunday morning and my son’s 3rd birthday party. (Happy birthday, Johnny!)
So yesterday was Ash Wednesday and we had a worship service planned. I hadn’t gotten things together enough to ask anyone for help setting up, and I was busy complaining to Eleanor about how I was going to have to deal with it by myself, and I was feeling pretty bad about it all.
A few minutes later (literally), Ethel Hayes, one of the members of our church, called. All she wanted to know was whether she could help with the service.
God was still there. I hadn’t gone to him for help, and here was some provision – a sign that I was still under my God’s care. Ahhh….
If only I could remember that without having to be reminded. Little by little, I guess.