Day 105
I heard a meterologist say that this morning, and it is indeed true. It’s 28 degrees, with 30 mph sustained winds, a 14 degree windchill and flurries. Last week we hit 80 degrees. Must be spring in Milwaukee.
Currently I am at work standing beside a man (a very big rugby player man) in a pink bunny suit. . . I’m guessing that’s another sign of spring in Milwaukee?
Onward.
It’s important to remember the Lord is interested in the details of our life. Yes, I know he cares about the big things – occupations, schools, marriage (or lack thereof), places to live, the church we go to, but he also has the hairs of our heads numbered. He cared about mildew in the Old Testament. He cares about the details.
Including contacts.
I really needed new contacts a couple weeks ago. I ordered them up, and because my eyes have such awful astigmatism, they had special order them. Which took a while. Then there was the minor credit card issue. When they finally sent them, they FedExed them overnight, which they thought would make it more convenient for me after the long wait. It wasn’t. I always order stuff to come by USPS because I’m rarely home when FedEx or UPS stops by. And the buzzer in my apartment doesn’t work.
When Monday afternoon rolled around, I was frustrated. My old contacts were bugging me and I had missed the FedEx guy, so now I would have to find someone to drive me over to the FedEx place to pick up my contacts. It wasn’t that big a deal, really, but I just wanted my contacts without inconvenience to others and me.
Then I remembered the Lord (which, by the way, is always a good thing to do). So I prayed. I prayed either that I’d somehow bump into the FedEx guy coming to try a re-delivery, or I’d find someone willing to chauffeur me to South 3rd St.
Yesterday afternoon, I returned home and noted that there was no “we missed you” door tag on the outside door, so I thought the re-delivery hadn’t been made yet. Then I walked inside and saw a box propped up against my apartment door – my contacts! On top of the container was a dutifully filled out door tag with an X by the box that said “we could not deliver your package because a signature is required.” Yet there it was, delivered. I don’t know how, but it was.
I just had to smile and thank the Lord for his provision, and for answering my “little detail” prayer in such an unexpected way.
Made for Eternity 