Thursday I drove from Ft Worth to Amarillo. I’ve done it several times and lived to tell about it. So, what made it so different this time? It was 86 degrees when I left Thursday afternoon. On Friday morning it was 38 degrees.
Being a native Michigander I knew enough to check the forecast before I left. Still having permafrost in my bones from four decades in the frigid winter wonderland I knew well enough to dress in layers when it’s cold.
I didn’t bring a dress, but I did bring extra layers of clothes to add during the night. That north wind still blew right through this Texan’s scrawny body.
My illustrious illustrator contacted me during my trip north by northwest. Normally that’s a good thing, but this time a series of miscommunications and misunderstandings only added to my stress level after one of the most challenging months of my life…and that’s saying a lot.
The good news is that it sounds like we’re nearing the home stretch on the storybook app that’s been three years in the making so far. The bad news is this came close to derailing it.
We both agreed it sure felt like there were unseen forces at work during this episode to end all episodes.
Prayers are appreciated as I decide how to program this app so it’s the best it can be.
On another front of my life I’m glad I didn’t spend that inheritance money from the sale of the family farm just yet. The folks who were so eager to buy it a few weeks ago have gone AWOL.
They’re scheduled to sign the papers and pay for it on November 1. They had a death in the family. The realtor hasn’t been able to get in touch with them at all. No deposit was collected.
Pray for God’s will here. The realtor has someone else interested if this falls through. Maybe they’ll pay more for it. We’ll see.
I’m counting on living off some of this money while I focus on making the app. It’s all coming together in God’s timing. I’ve just become used to His time clock running a lot slower than the one in my life.
Yeah, it’s frustrating, but I trust God with all my heart, soul and life. He’s always come through for me. Even during this most financially difficult month in my life.
I had an interesting experience Sunday morning at church. Our church puts food baskets together for poor families in our community each November. I handed out reminder cards to folks as they entered the sanctuary.
Having experienced near bare shelves in my own pantry recently I have a special kinship to these needy folks.
I prayed for an extra dose of generosity from our generous congregation this time around.
Most of the people thanked me as they took the card from my hand. They’ll likely respond positively.
Some couples grabbed the church bulletin from the first greeter then got tunnel vision as they almost sprinted past me.
Being a fairly small person to begin with I’ve felt invisible in the past, but this wasn’t what I expected from God’s children on Sunday morning in God’s house of worship.
I admit, I don’t know how much, or what kind of stress they’re facing in their lives right now. They might want to trade Octobers with me in a heartbeat.
I prayed for God to open their eyes to the world around them and for an extra dose of grace as they heard the message from Pastor Chuck.
I can’t change what happened in October. There are some things I definitely wish I could have a do over.
I don’t know when I’ll have all of the ingredients I need to finish Have You Heard of the Herd.
I do know it will all work together in God’s timing for His glory. He promised me that in His word.
If your life feels like a freight train about to crash find a promise in the Bible you can claim for your situation.
Don’t tell me there isn’t one there.
There are 365 “Fear not” statements scattered throughout the sacred text.
That’s one for each day of the year.
Just hold on to any one of those little nuggets.
God is bigger than any problem you face, my friend.
I’ll see you later. Wade