Well today is one of those days. The day that starts off alright and then somehow, as if completely out of your control spirals downward at mach speed. The weather is starting to resemble a deep freeze in true prairie form and I am quickly learning the art of dressing a toddler accordingly. Jake is not a fan but he tolerates my child wrangling and occasionally gets a kick out of the chase. Bundled and ready we headed to our last music class. I think it is safe to say that both of us are going to miss our weekly sing and dance at the local community center. Upon our return home, sleeping babe in arms I tried to open the front door....only to discover the set of keys did not contain the very one I needed. So, back in the car we went to call Tim.
Poor Tim is called on to fix a variety of problems from afar and in true form he called a locksmith. After almost an hour listening to a CBC radio special on crosswords....why I would subject myself to such a listening I do not know......the Lock Surgeon graced me with his presence. With a 30 second flip of a tool (I got to get me one of those) we were in. Fantastic I thought, with such relative ease our problem was solved, and it was.....then came the bill. Oh the bill. Such bills put me in a wonder. Why did I choose to teach when I can earn almost a day of teaching wages in ......30 seconds! Thus started to personal lament of my misfortune. The turn for the self pitying....the feeling of injustice.....the chat with my son about considering the pursuit in a future career of locksmithing (is that even a word?). How quickly my elation of crossing the threshold of our temporary home was dashed by the request for cash or credit. Had my problem not been solved?
The church we have been attending in Edmonton is going through a sermon series that essentially breaks down the stories of the Old Testament and retells them. I have been loving it. The pastor is a phenomenal story teller and brings these well known stories to life each Sunday. Last Sunday it was the story of the Israelites and Moses. Of their 40 year wander in the desert. What stuck with me was God's provision for them. Shoes and clothes that didn't wear out for 40 years (what parent wouldn't love access to such garments?), 40 years of food and drink in a barren land, a hope and promise for future generations to enter a land of plenty. Yet, the Israelites were constant complainers. Eating the Manna but wanting more, not wanting to wait, stating they would rather be enslaved that provided for in the desert. Really, under oppressive rule rather than eating the food they wanted. The epitome of fussy eating. Complaining, complaining, complaining.
This got me to thinking, what is my Manna today? Perhaps today's Manna comes in the form of the burly Lock Surgeon employee? The Lord has provided what we needed. A small request and a prompt answer. Perhaps, instead of complaining like the Israelites, failing to see God's provision I can choose to salvage what is left of today. To praise God for big burly Lock Surgeon man and his fancy tool and the gift of mastercard. To see provision in the desert instead of longing for bondage. Thoughts to ponder. Time to find myself a big cup of java and enjoy these quiet napping moments and the warmth of the inside of this house.
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