I didn't feel strong. Weary, wilted and old? Absolutely. But, strong? Not even a little bit. I'd ended up cleaning two houses today, with a break in between for a sandwich and sitcom with Jason. After nearly eight hours of dusting, scrubbing bathrooms, and mopping, I finally dragged myself home.
I was immediately greeted by my guys who required attention (food). I chose to ignore the dishes in the sink and the full hamper of laundry that were also patiently awaiting my arrival (I guess the cleaning lady forgot to come while I was gone, ha). It was only after I'd propped my feet up with a sigh that I remembered the mail. Tucked between yet another letter from Medicare and a postcard offering car insurance was an envelope. Inside I found a card that read, "Don't be discouraged! Be firm! Be strong! Be a rock!" Someone (anonymous) had written a note that began, "I know there must be days when it's more difficult for you to be strong..." I started crying even before I noticed the Walmart gift card.
I often find myself talking about God's timing. Over and over and over again, He makes His presence known to me. It seems that before I even express a need, it is not only met, but filled to overflowing. I can only pray that whoever blessed our family so abundantly will read this. My words are inadequate to express my gratitude.
"You are my strength, I watch for you;
you, God, are my fortress,
my God on whom I can rely." (Psalm 59:9-10)
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