Saturday, June 4, 2011

Angels Watching over Me

“Which doggie do you want?” the mother asked her little boy as he stood trying to choose the one he would take home. They were all so cute, jumping and bouncing about, most wagging their tails. One friendly little puppy, however, wagged his tail furiously, unable to contain his delight as the child watched. Looking up with a smile, he said to his mother, “I want the one with the happy ending!”

I had been wanting a new sofa, preferably leather, and awhile back when the Lord had blessed us with a little extra, I just knew it was time to get it. But my husband used the windfall for something practical. Not a happy camper, but I tried to be a submissive wife and let it go.

Yesterday he called me from the furniture store where he works, and said, “Do you still want that sofa?” Of course! But how? Turns out they had a close out on one, and with his employee discount, it was a great bargain! I couldn’t believe my ears! By nightfall last night it was in our living room!

Now what to do with the old one? Our son, Greg, helped move it out and was going to store it in his garage until we could decide what we wanted to do with it. But then we noticed our next-door neighbors were setting up for a garage sale. They let us put it for sale on their lawn with their stuff! What timing!

We were talking with our pastor son in North Carolina, and he mentioned that their church was “mothering” another church. The district headquarters had asked them to supply speakers for the small congregation since they had no pastor. Mark told us, “I said to the superintendent, ‘What you need, is my Dad!’” Mark knew that we had been feeling adrift recently since Howard gave up a position as Associate Pastor at a local church.

“Well, I did receive a prophecy last night at a revival we have been attending, that ‘It’s not over, yet!’” Howard replied in amazement.

On the same day all this happened, our daughter-in-law, who works with the Humane Society, called to tell Howard that they had a couple of dachshunds for adoption. She knew nothing would make Howard happier than to have a dog. Who knows? There may be more “happy endings” in our future!

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