On the prompt “Enough”…
Is it enough: just seven cents in your wallet and so little gas in the tank that the pointer says “E” and you have to 1) get yourself to work fifteen minutes away and that little one beside you to the day care center on the way, and then 2) get both of you back home afterward, and then you have to 3) go to that required function tonight—so you have to a) go pick up the babysitter and b) get back to school and then c) come home and pay the sitter and d) drive him back home, and then e) get back home yourself—and there’s hardly anything left in the cupboard or fridge and no pay coming for three more weeks and little mouths get hungry? Is it enough?
It’s not enough.
Is HE enough in all of that?
I knew He was. I knew somehow He’d supply or I never would have sat there and laughed, laughed out loud, with the little one beside me in the car seat (we did that, toddlers in the front seat, then). Laughed out loud and declared heavenward, right in front of the child and the silent morning world, “Maybe I’m crazy, Lord, but I just expect you to drop money out of the sky!” And off we drove…
Then what happened?
Come back Monday (I almost wrote Money… heehee) Time’s up for now!
[Writing for just five minutes this morning, on the Five-Minute-Friday prompt “Enough.” I wasn’t going to, it’s so out of sync with the series of posts unfolding on my blog (or is it?…) But I had to. It’s a story that should not lie silent.]
Linked to Five Minute Friday.