God has been very busy with our family recently. First a financial miracle and then a safety miracle - it's almost too much for me to comprehend!First the finances. We've always been bad with our money. It starts because we don't have enough and then it gets worse because we're not good stewards of what we have. We've been trying to improve in this area and have made some changes, and had started making progress last summer.
Then I got laid off right before having Photobaby several weeks early. That meant I got paid less severance package and had extra medical bills. On top of that, the best job offer I had didn't actually pay enough to cover our monthly bills. But I had to take it anyway.
So, we've been barely scraping by and little by little, we'd gotten pretty far behind. We were about one month from being a full month behind on bills. (Yes, I realize this is a lot of personal info, but I want you to understand what God did.)
And then the miracle happened. A family friend who had not spoken to my parents or me in 11 years (a long story for another time) passed away. And left me enough money to pay off a good portion of our debt, allowing us to catch up and make a budget that allows our current income to meet all our monthly expenses. It was a miracle!!!
To put it in perspective - before this, on paper, we were $800 short every month. We knew God would help us work it out, but it seemed so daunting! I mean, that's a BIG gap! But He did it!
And then, this Monday, we got a call. One of those late-night calls that nobody wants to get. The kind that comes after bedtime and begins with, "There's been an accident." Mac's father was in a bad four-wheeler accident up at my brother-in-law's farm in Wisconsin. Our 10-year-old niece was riding with him. When we got the call, we were told that my father-in-law had a broken back and our niece had a broken leg.
It turns out, our niece had a bruised lung and sore shoulder - and nothing else. And my husband's dad did not break his back. He has a severe concussion, collapsed lungs, a separated shoulder and eight broken ribs. But he's doing amazingly well. He's been up and walking, is off his IV, and is in good spirits. There's no explanation for him surviving other than - God is working miracles around here!
(Another minor - but still much appreciated - miracle is that this accident allowed Mac and me a lot of time together. Because we hopped in the truck Tuesday morning and made the long drive to Wisconsin. We're headed home tomorrow - and I can't wait to sleep in my bed and see Photobaby, who's been with my parents - but it's been so nice to have this quality time with him.)
So - God is good all the time. All the time, God is good.
