Help is on the Way

Every morning I wake up to the same feeling. Do I really reject every bit of help that God sends my way? I certainly, that is to say, without a doubt look to Him to fix me fix this fix that. I have bullheadedly taken avenues that I clung to because I expected an outcome that was, well, to say the least miraculous.

To name a few.

I got my date to hang out at an event because I thought that Tony Bennett was going to be a surprise guest.

I rode the train with shady characters to an undetermined location of Paris, to find an elusive bag of goody for my then husband. There is way more to that story.

I missed out on back stage at the Stones plus row 9 or 10 for the show, because I thought I had met an insider and that I might have a foot in the door to share my son's company with them, Mick and the boys.

Yesterday I received one of those Miraculous outcomes. My friend and I drove my 10 year old Discovery up an old logging trail, as far as I was willing to go, then on foot we reached the summit of Rabun Bald. I had asked him to bring his binoculers so that I might be able to see my little piece of earth south east. The clouds parted we gazed at a few things that were much closer. Cool. Our walk back to the car was not hurried, we talked about the wild pigs in the area, looked down the path where he and friends ice climb, tipped over mushrooms to help identify edibles, searched for one or two larger locust trees, and stepped off the path to relieve ourselves. As we approached the car it was becoming quite evident that the clouds had once again gathered and were bringing delights with them. We closed the doors of the car buckled up and the large drops fell. The drive down was marked by the rushing water. We had our miracle. God smiles with rain too.

I will trust in the Lord to help me to be all He wants me to be. It's way more fun.