It’s funny how God works. I’ve been really stressed. Stretched as thin as I can possibly be. Worried about how I’m going to pay for parking, go out to lunch and for coffee with people I’ve not seen in a long time. Running around on my hamster wheel trying to wrap my finite mind around what God is doing.
This morning I hear a song on Christian radio. Which I don’t, as a general rule, listen to. This song plays on the radio. I don’t remember the exact lyrics (which is why I’d be horrible at karaoke…anyway) but I remember the point. God makes only things of quality. He made me. So what does that make me? Good stuff.
I parked my car in my usual spot and met a nice Indian gentleman visiting his daughter here in Philly from CT. I pay for parking, enter the office and my boss follows shortly thereafter.
Then he hands me a monthly parking pass. Fully paid.
Who am I that I should question what God is doing?
Deneen White 
AWESOME, HOW PERFECT IS THE LORD YOUR GOD???
briggie ^i^