So Taken Care Of

When I got to the end of me, God stepped in.

October 14

I went to bed last night knowing I had to stop in order for my finger to heal. I had to really stop. Not just sort of like I've been doing. I find myself doing things and then realizing oh my gosh I'm not supposed to be using that hand. So today I got a sling and tomorrow I will stop using my hand. I went to bed last night a little unsure of how this was all going to work. There is so much I want to do and that I was going to do to help with this renovation. So before I went to bed last night I spent time with God and decided to trust Him and leave it all in His hands. It was hard for me to let it go. I was supposed to do all the drywall finishing, so all the places that drywall needs to be repaired I'm trusting that it'll get done. I'm trusting that God has a way. But I have to let it go. So, when at 8:30 this morning I woke up to the sound of James's voice, I couldn’t believe it. He had come to do the drywall. I felt so taken care of. I felt so loved. It is all going to be okay. It is all going to get done. And my finger will heal, and God not only will provide, but is providing. I got home from church, and my husband had taken down the partial wall that held the counter and the cabinets. The floor in the kitchen is now completely open. I love you God and thank you for taking care of me.