I always wondered what it would feel like to be the person who opened the door for Publisher Clearing House.
“What?! I won!?! This is...wonderful!!” I would grab that giant, paper check and give a huge kiss to the person handing it to me (granted, this was my pre-married fantasy, I better run that one past my hubby now!).
I always wondered...until today.
This morning, when I opened my front door, I was greeted with an announcement that transformed me into one of those crazy, jumping, ecstatic people from Publisher's Clearing House!
I had been playing on the front porch with my crew and was confused when I noticed a delivery truck backing into our driveway. My confusion level upgraded from mild to wild though when a delivery man hopped out and hollered, "I have a brand-new washer and dryer for you!"
I laughed, "This is a joke, right?!" Not that I thought it was hilarious that our current washer and dryer belonged at a museum next to dinosaurs of similar prehistoric age but having spied the contents (or lack thereof....) in my husband’s wallet lately, I was pretty sure he wasn’t the one replacing our old dinosaurs with BRAND-spankin’-new models!
And who else had I complained to about our oldie-goldies except my man? Granted, the only reason I had told him the washer and dryer were dying a miserable death was because he had smelled the smoke coming from the basement and thought it was dinner (again). I assured him the dryer was working just fine (minus the plume of smoke) so long as I planned ahead a year or two for any special clothes I needed since it was taking an average of six to seven hours to dry one load.
I couldn’t stop grinning as I showed the delivery man to our basement laundry area. I could tell from the look he gave me he thought I was certifiably nuts. It was either because he didn’t know why I kept laughing...or because of my answer when he asked how many kids I had. Come to think of it, it was probably more likely option B.
But all that aside, I hadn’t been too worried...
Okay, who am I kidding!? I had been worried about how our budget was going to stretch without snapping to accommodate for a fancy, new-fangled washer and dryer (translation for fancy: working!!).
In fact, my battle with worry was the very reason that my attention was snagged last night when I was listening to a pod-cast and the speaker threw out this challenge,
“What if you didn’t worry anymore (citing Luke 12:22-26)? What would life look like for you if you stopped worrying...if you trusted God?”
What if? I thought. I squeezed my eyes shut and thought of all the things I had been worrying about: “Will our house sell? Will I ever get to all my projects? Am I prioritizing my time the way God wants me to?”, and last but not least, “What to do about our smokin’ hot dryer?!”
|...and THIS is another story!|
God can and will take care of us.
Do I really believe that?
After my conversation with God the night before, when that delivery truck backed into our driveway with a new washer and dryer, I half expected the Man himself to hop out of the back and unload the set! If he had, I imagine he might have whistled a little tune and whispered as he walked past me (with my mouth hanging open, of course!), “Told...you...so...Don’t worry...Trust Me.”
So easy to do...and yet so very hard!
It was 100% confirmed that God had indeed used an anonymous person to bless us after my husband got home and I showed him the new bling in our basement.
I never knew a brand-new washer and dryer could make a grown man cry.
“You deserve it, baby...” He smiled, “And God is faithful!”
Yes, He is.
THAT reminder is worth more to me than a ginormous Publisher’s Clearing House check any day of the week. And thanks to a VERY generous person that God has used, I also have a visual reminder of God’s provision that I can see everyday. Actually, three times a day...
Speaking of, I gotta go. I’ve got laundry to do, baby!!
|Thank you to whoever blessed our (dirty) socks off!!!|