We girls have been working on final edits for Smitten this week so I had to show off that fabulous cover. :)
I just got back from spending some time in Arizona with our daughter Kara and her husband Mark. On Sunday afternoon, we were enjoying their pool and the sunshine. My husband noticed a bee on the side of the pool. Every time a little wave came along, the bee dipped below the water and was getting weaker. Dave had to go inside for a minute, and I watched the bee struggling. I grabbed a pool brush and lifted the bee from danger. I laid the brush beside the pool and moments later the bee was crawling along the brush. Within a few minutes, it had flown away.
That bee had NO idea that I'd just saved it from certain death. It made me wonder just how many times God has saved me from certain destruction when I didn't even realize it. I bet it's weekly. Reflecting on that made me thankful that we have someone so powerful who loves us and watches out for us every moment. Flying home yesterday, I knew God had me and Dave in his hands. :)
How about you? Can you think of an incident that you know you narrowly escaped disaster because of God's care?
Labels: Grace, Providence, Smitten
I had a bad morning. I woke up with a migraine. I still have it, so excuse any typos. But I got dressed in summer pants, but my feet were cold, so I put on my mahogany boots over them, and a jacket. I patted my hair down, pat some powder on and headed to Starbucks. My head hurt. I didn't care how I looked.
But I got in there, and I think the barista took a look at me, and felt sorry for me. Every day I get the same drink: An iced soy mocha (grande -- or medium for you non-Starbucks types.) Today, she made me a Vente (large, 20 oz with three shots -- thank you Jesus!)
So today, I'm thankful that I looked like crap and my barista knows me well enough to offer that little taste of grace in the form of an extra shot. I'm going to pass it on. I came home and made the kids pancakes. I want to encourage you all to go out and offer a little grace of your own.
On another note, I get tired of how thick my hair is, so I'm always hacking it with thinning shears by myself. My hairdresser NEVER lectures me. She just fixes it, and tells me where I have a hole and what she did to cover it up this time. That's grace too. Because I keep coming back because she never says, "STOP DOING THAT, STUPID!"
She fixed me. Here I am yesterday:
Labels: Grace, migraine, Starbucks, thankful
We girls have been working on final edits for Smitten this week so I had to show off that fabulous cover. :)
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