Whimsy is…

I must admit I think my title is pretty clever. I’m afraid that the end of the cleverness from me in this post though. It’s really a pretty straightforward post from here on out.

(slight pause while I search for just the right picture I want to put here……still undecided, I’ll come back to it later)

Anyway I’ve been under some crazy stress the last few days/week. We are short of work at the shop. Well sort of. God has been faithful (of course) and bringing in small jobs to keep things going, but we have some notes due at the bank and we need a couple bigger jobs right away to get them paid.

I don’t handle financial stress well. DH is much better at it. It’s only money. Nobody’s coming to harm our children after all. Well, yeah, true.. but tell that to my digestive system.

My digestive system must feel that food is the root of all this stress. Because my body wants it out of me in whatever way possible. Hence, I’ve been spending a lot of time in the bathroom. (TMI? probably.)

I find it amazing that God meets me in there. I can feel Him put His arm around me and wipe my brow. We have the same conversation every time.

“Do you trust me?” My Lord asks.
Of course I do, I reply
“Really?”
Yes Lord
“Why do you worry and get upset?”
……umm….well….., I stammer
“Stay under my umbrella. There may be rain, but I will protect you”

Timely advice indeed. We have been really suffering from drought here and yesterday God released the rain. It rained most of the day and they are calling for 2 more days of off and on rain. I am thankful for the physical rain. Perhaps I need to be as thankful for spiritual rain as well?