I looked back at my post from last Friday and thought, “Really, was that just ONE week ago?” So much has happened.
I did go wedding dress shopping with my future daughter-in-law, her mom, and her sister. At the second shop she found the perfect dress, I cried like an idiot, and then we all went out to eat and the girls set up the wedding party with farm animals on the table. If you live in the Louisville area you will know we were at Lynn’s Paradise Cafe, known for fabulous food, eccentric decor, and toys on the table. We were having so much fun we tarried a bit long, and thought the serious-looking server coming to our table was going to ask us to leave because others were waiting, but she just wanted to quiz us about the sock-bun technique we’d been discussing. It was that kind of day – the sort of day where your face aches at the end of it from smiling so much.
A partial payment from my disability company finally arrived – not the part that is the most past due, but money is money when it comes to paying bills. Of course the bank put a two-day hold on the check because of the size and because, as the bank supervisor explained, “You just never know with insurance companies.” WOW! Even banks don’t trust them!
The two-day hold put me into a tailspin, since we had an entire $13 in the bank. Then amazing things started happening. You know that scene in “It’s a Wonderful Life” when everyone starts bringing Mary and George Bailey money – handfuls and baskets of money, money via telegram from their friend Sam, money when it was most desperately needed and the police were there to haul George off to jail? That’s what happened. All anonymously, we received money from a multitude of generous people. Generous gifts and loans from family had been helping us keep a roof over our heads, but this was money to keep us afloat. Money to pay the bills so I could put the phone back on the hook from 8am to 9pm, money that meant I could go to the grocery store and buy more than the absolute essentials and that we could fill up the gas tanks in the cars that are running and hopefully fix the one that isn’t. I’m still so overwhelmed my mind can’t process it.
I can do all things in him who strengthens me. ~ Phil 4:13 This was a verse written in a card containing one of the anonymous gifts, and it touched me deeply. Because maybe now, now that I’m not constantly worried about financial issues . . . maybe I can focus on getting better. I can get prescriptions filled and get a good night’s sleep. I can heal. And maybe the pain will lessen. Maybe I can get my life back.
We’re having two Christmas celebrations, and I’m looking forward to both very much. A majority of the gifts we’re giving are handmade, and Christmas Eve at my house isn’t going to involve a big sit-down meal. We’re going to eat simply, celebrate simply, and savor being together as a family.
My mind is still reeling from everything that has happened, but if I’ve learned one thing this Advent season it is to trust in God and everything really will work out somehow, often in ways you never imagined.
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