Somebody Cares About Me

Sometimes life is hard, you know? And nobody said it was easy, but that doesn't make it any better.

And you get a bill in the mail from the oral surgeon 10 MONTHS after your surgery for almost $900.

It knocks you for a loop and you sit there dazed and confused, why? Why me? I mean, it's been 10 months. But you put your head down and you make the calls and you talk to all the people and you wait. They never call you back and you call again. They say, yes, we fixed it, you now owe $175. You feel triumphant, but it still feels like a loss. Nobody is there to congratulate you, because we all have adult problems and at least I don't have it as bad as some people.

But hey, you did the adult thing, you've got a savings account. It's not that bad. You trudge on.

Then your car starts wailing like a dying ghost and you think it can't be that bad. But it is bad. It costs a lot and let's fix all the problems while we're at it. Your bank account drains along with all the blood in your face. But, yeah, we've got a savings account. It's not that bad, we'll just save again.

Then THE VERY NEXT MONTH you owe on your taxes. It's a long story. Isn't it always a long story? But we all have adult problems, don't we? And things are hard, work is busy, and everybody wants something from you. You feel bad because you feel bad. You paste on a smile and you fake it 'til you make it. Isn't that what real adults do?

You sell a few things you don't truly need. It brings in a couple hundred and you feel self-satisfied. I got this, you think with a grim smile. 

And you forget to pray sometimes. You pray for a house and you pray for your children and you pray for your unsaved neighbors. But it never occurs to you to pray for yourself. It feels selfish to ask God for...what? I have a good family and a savings account and a good job. What do I really need beyond that?

A house. Maybe it's too much to ask. You've never lived in a house, except some time that's painful to talk about. It seems too far off, like it's not going to happen. And instead of trusting God, you trust in yourself. You trust in the bank account. And you keep your head down and you trudge on.

And then God takes you up in a big bear hug and squeezes you so hard it takes your breath away. You finally check the mail after a week of avoiding it. But you find 5 cards and a letter and it's such a blessing to see that maybe someone does care.

Somebody from your past sends a check in almost the exact amount you need to pay those taxes. What do you do? Do you reject the gift because your pride tells you to? Or do you allow this person to follow the Holy Spirit's nudging and bless someone who doesn't even know they need a blessing?

Sometimes we don't even know what we need. But God knows. He loved us and knows us. Maybe He knows what you need even when you don't. All you have to do is ask. He's waiting for you, go ahead.

P.S. You can read more about my real life story at the links below:

Real Life Story: From Debt to Freedom Part 1

Stuff vs. Experiences: A Choice

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