Okay, this might not mean much to you, but it meant a lot to me. I'm not much of a morning person soooo an area of contention with the hubs has always been 'breakfast'. One of my prayers for the Thompsons has been that even before they know they have need or before a need is ever even spoken that the Lord would provide and reveal Himself to them. This morning, huh-huh, I was fixing breakfast burritos, I don't know, just because I guess. Caroline was working on payroll at my desk and she was answering the phone calls, too. I had just rolled my fifth breakfast burrito and working on the sixth when the phone rang and I heard her say, "Okay." She hollared into the kitchen that Kent is going on an ice run and he wants four breakfast burritos to take along. I stared at the pile of burritos in disbelief and thanked God~
4 comments:
I love it when these kinds of things happen! God looks after us even in the insignificancy (is there such a word?) of burritoes!!
Your Godly perception inspires me!!
I've seen a few of those "God" thangs lately and I sure do like 'em. Carly
Kewl deal there! Good things happen to those who do truly love Him. Especially when they are blessed to make the best ice this side of I-35. Must be the water at Miller Creek and the respect you give Him through the Star of David on your packages. Keep blogging!
Yee haw, Spencer!
I'm sooo glad we see eye to eye! Thanks for the plug! For ice and Jesus.
I will enjoy reading your blog someday when I get over my VBS jet lag.
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