Praise God for the business last week. We are only 12 days into what is usually the slowest part of the year and staring another record month in the face. Disbelief still abounds as I think about my prayer life in 2019 versus that of today, the contrast in trust between the two and what my Savior knows I need before I even hit my knees. It remains a blown-away-moment and I’m completely humbled by His use of this life and the temporary things in it.
The holiday season is upon us and usually reveals to me just how generous my so-called giving heart really is. I find the “yes” response flows easily when the need is within the confines of friends, family, employees and clients. It is a different story however when that “need” has self-inflicted financial problems or has hurt me or my family in past interactions.
Oh, how grateful am I that Jesus does not judge with the same lens. His gifts are generous and numerous and have found their way into our lap from as far as Belgium and Nigeria. From the timing of the call to the need it fills, I’m not worthy to receive it especially given my ability to point out the splinter in someone else’s eye while a 2x4 protrudes out of the side of mine.
Praise God Almighty alone for continuing to look past my immoral conduct and for a reason that leaves me in tears and on my face, consistently forgiving my barbaric soul.