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?