God drinks coffee

Recently I had moved from California, two kids a dog.... seven barrels of termite wood (my X said I needed), and a file cabinet. The house I purchased, which I was thrilled to get needed more than a little work. The roof was caving here, and there, the scorpions had made it a common hostel for their kind, and you could see the sky in parts of the skylight that should have held glass. There was a barely functional bathroom and no kitchen at all. You kind of knew where it used to be, but that was a guess at best.

Escrow closed and we moved in. I had a rolling hot pot for water to fix soup and other hot drinks... for my kids. Yes, I also had a coffee maker but was completely out of grounds. There was only a general area I called the kitchen to work within, so I made toast-tarts and readied my children for school.

To my delight, my shock, and my surprise the disability bus came right to my door. The nice lady waived, and my kids went right on. I watched them leave.

Then I turned back to our new home, and asked myself where should I begin? I was grateful to be here at all.

In a moment of personal hesitation, I asked God, had I made the right move? Had I done all that I could do in my marriage, and was now faced with being, just me... and the kids. Funny, I recall exactly what I said, "If I only had a cup of coffee, I know that it would be a good sign, that I should move forward." I will never forget. I was out.

I looked down a moment later and found my neighborhood free paper laying in the drive. Wow, another bonus to have coupons delivered to the front door. Then I turned the paper over and could no longer speak, or even think clearly. There... was a sample, right there... Instant coffee!

My friends, as I tell you this I must also say this has not been the last time. No. He listens to all of us, all the time. Know that, have faith in that. You will see. This was just a small thing... but at the time, it was as if God stood beside me himself.