... all things are beautiful, in His time.
The last few weeks, this chorus has been going through my head quite regularly. That and the Bible verse that says, "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm
you, plans to give you hope and a future."
(Jeremiah 29:11)
When I first started college, I was required to take a test that was supposed to help me find the perfect career. This was done by asking a bunch of (strange) questions about my personal and working preferences. When it was all said and done the computer spit out a result that said I should be an entrepreneur. It shouldn't be any surprise that I ended up getting a business administration degree. After all, what better way to be prepared to run my own business some day.
I've had numerous jobs over the years that ranged from shipping, project management, training, to bookkeeping. In fact, I've been doing the bookkeeping for my husband's business for 8 years. Until I became a Realtor, the closest I've come to running my own business is selling jewelry as an independent distributor.
As I've been watching our savings account get smaller and smaller, I've had a few thoughts. The first is that I'm so thankful that we had been able to save up some money for the proverbial rainy day. The second thought is that I wish we could have saved up more.
The third thought is that it is only because of God that it hasn't dried up before now. Every time we seem to need money something comes along. Maybe not enough to cover all the bills but enough to help our savings account last a little bit longer. For example, this week we got the deposit check back from the rental house. I also closed on my first house. Now I know I have enough in the checking account to cover our bills for October without dipping into the savings account.
Anyone who knows me, knows I believe God will provide. Do I wish we would have money sooner so I can breathe a little easier... sure. But you know what. If I were in that position, I wouldn't be depending on Him to provide for my needs. I would be thinking I could do it all on my own. If it means I can be a witness for His provision and love, I will happily wait for His timing.
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Monday, October 1, 2012
Monday, September 5, 2011
Right Place At the Right Time
Saturday, Opa had final sermon and Sunday school preparations to do and hubby was getting back from his business trip. He's had some long, busy days, so I knew Jon would want a nap when he got back. Being that both of those goals are more easily accomplished with no kids running around the house, the kids and I went to "The Living History Farm" in Des Moines with Oma.
At one point early in our drive there, we encountered so much rain that we considered turning around and trying again on Sunday afternoon. I'd looked at radar images before we left, so I was pretty confident that we may encounter some rain but that it wouldn't be nearly as bad as what we were driving through. Luckily I was right. The fact that I had brought rain jackets and umbrellas made the decision a little easier as well.
For those of you not familiar with The Living History Farm, it is a hands-on experience that takes you through Iowa farming from 1700 through the early 1900's. They have "actors" who tell you about how life would have been during that time. We talked to pioneers from the 1850's who were eating lunch prepared over a wood fire using food grown on the farm from their time period (let me just say it smelled so good I wanted to join them). We saw how they made brooms and RX pills in a "town" set in 1865. We spent about 3 - 4 hours at the farm learning all kinds of new and interesting things.
About the time I was expecting Jon to be getting to his parents house, I got a call from him. Unfortunately, he was experiencing car troubles. You see, our truck was too big to fit in the parking lot at the airport so he had taken his parent's car. After calling his dad, it was determined that he would just drop it off at the dealership so they could work on it next week (apparently this problem had happened before and it is still under warranty).
Of course I felt kind of bad that this happened to him, but I was glad his mom and I didn't have that car for our trip because then we could have been stranded with the kids somewhere. Then I got to thinking some more. He had been able to limp the car for a while, but made the decision not to drive any further once he got to Des Moines. What's more, he was only 2 blocks from The Living History Farm and 1 mile from the dealership when all this happened. If we had turned around and decided to come back another day, he would have been stuck there waiting for someone for much longer than he did (he had to wait for us to finish part of the tour). Talk about being in the right place at the right time.
At one point early in our drive there, we encountered so much rain that we considered turning around and trying again on Sunday afternoon. I'd looked at radar images before we left, so I was pretty confident that we may encounter some rain but that it wouldn't be nearly as bad as what we were driving through. Luckily I was right. The fact that I had brought rain jackets and umbrellas made the decision a little easier as well.
For those of you not familiar with The Living History Farm, it is a hands-on experience that takes you through Iowa farming from 1700 through the early 1900's. They have "actors" who tell you about how life would have been during that time. We talked to pioneers from the 1850's who were eating lunch prepared over a wood fire using food grown on the farm from their time period (let me just say it smelled so good I wanted to join them). We saw how they made brooms and RX pills in a "town" set in 1865. We spent about 3 - 4 hours at the farm learning all kinds of new and interesting things.
About the time I was expecting Jon to be getting to his parents house, I got a call from him. Unfortunately, he was experiencing car troubles. You see, our truck was too big to fit in the parking lot at the airport so he had taken his parent's car. After calling his dad, it was determined that he would just drop it off at the dealership so they could work on it next week (apparently this problem had happened before and it is still under warranty).
Of course I felt kind of bad that this happened to him, but I was glad his mom and I didn't have that car for our trip because then we could have been stranded with the kids somewhere. Then I got to thinking some more. He had been able to limp the car for a while, but made the decision not to drive any further once he got to Des Moines. What's more, he was only 2 blocks from The Living History Farm and 1 mile from the dealership when all this happened. If we had turned around and decided to come back another day, he would have been stuck there waiting for someone for much longer than he did (he had to wait for us to finish part of the tour). Talk about being in the right place at the right time.
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