Yet He has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; He provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy.
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2 Kings 3:1-4:17
My daughter sits at her computer, headphones in place, hands flying over the keyboard as she types in a homeschooling schedule for herself. Tera is most happy when she’s in “secretary mode.” I couldn’t say no when she asked, awhile ago, “Mom, can I please make up my own work schedule for school?”
So she sits there, oblivious to my own flying fingers in my office fifteen feet away. She’s oblivious to the sounds of the Seahawk’s game drifting from the living room below. She’s unaware that I can hear her singing along with her new favorite CD.
My son is walking around his Bible College campus, wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and black slippers he bought at the Murrieta Walmart. “I love being able to walk around campus in my slippers, Mom,” he told me when he called a half-hour ago. He also told me that he nearly drowned yesterday while surfing in Oceanside — information I could have done without. But I’m reminded that God is in control of my child, and once again, He’s done His job well. Zac tells me all the details of his surfing incident, tells me how good it felt to sleep in this morning, tells me there are no classes tomorrow, tells me what he’s going to order at Jack in the Box when he runs across the street for a bite.
Zac is happy.
Dave is in our bedroom, prone, watching that Seahawks’ game in his usual Sunday afternoon garb: flannel pajama bottoms and his favorite gray robe. “Beautiful!” I hear now and then, when his outburst defies our bedroom door and drifts upstairs. He’s full of spaghetti and meatballs, and if that wasn’t reason enough for lying around, there’s also the fact that he’s been up since 4:00. While Tera and I kept sleeping, he rose in the dark and worked a bit more on his sermon notes. After a long and busy morning, he’s earned the right to that robe, and those pajama bottoms, and the nap I know he’ll fall into soon.
Dave is happy.
My family is safe. My heart is full. My house is warm, and filled with the scent of wood smoke, a hazelnut candle, a fresh pot of coffee, and just a hint of spaghetti sauce. God is in His heaven … and all is right with my world.
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