"You are good, You are good, when there's nothing good in me." This song has been playing over and over in my head since my last blog post. Not only is it catchy, but it's been so true this week. I don't know if it's been because of my newly proclaimed outlook, or if God just chose to pour extra grace out on me, but let me just say "Wow, I am not worthy." Last week and this weekend was crammed full. Every time I felt discouraged, or begged God for some comfort, BAM, I got it. Seriously, it was comic book worthy superness that happened this week.
Tuesday afternoon I got home from work after a pessimistic meeting, and a more than annoying trip to Walmart, and collapsed in my favorite chair thinking bitterly "What is wrong with people these days?" Not five minutes later, in walks my chipper husband. He immediately read a message from a seminary friend of his that basically stated, "We have a member of our seminary family (aka me) who has been in desperate need of some companionship, let's fix that." What!? Next thing I knew there was a group of 7 new friends who gladly chose to drop their plans for the weekend to meet me and Michael for dinner in Raleigh. It could have only been divine intervention. Let me just take this moment to thank all 7 of you and tell you that I couldn't be more thankful for your kindness.
This past week was a laundry list of ups. Mike and I couldn't help but think the downs must be coming. And... They did. My poor car broke down on Sunday, Mike had one fiasco after another at church yesterday, and my job almost gave me a panic attack today. Like the title of this post states though, when it rains, it snows. Literally, it's snowing outside my window right now! This wished for snow reminds me that we have plenty to be worried about, but too much to be grateful for. My car is fixed, I have a 2 hour delay tomorrow morning to sleep in before work, Michael's sermon was wonderful (we even had two new members join), and it's snowing.
This week I pray that your rain may turn to snow just like it has for us. And if it doesn't, I hope it pours so hard that it will wash everything away and you can start fresh with the sun.
And that's what happens when a teacher marries a preacher....
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