provision

Wednesday, October 23, 2013 (6:29 a.m.)

Blessed Father God,

Thank You! I asked. You provided.

You gave me the opportunity to part with something yesterday. A heart of dried flowers given to me by the husband many years ago. It was beyond dusty. Practically forgotten. Until an ill-placed elbow (mine) knocked it onto the floor.

Even there, in its scattered pile on the freshly vacuumed carpet, my first thought was how to save it. What could I possibly do to make it usable again?

Thank You for intervening on my behalf.

(see: Psalm 144)