God's Provisions

Simply walking in church today I scored, I know that sounds bizarre, but I expect good things, I believe in God's provisions, and we sure do get them.

Mr. Ed had sent okra, pies, and that really good heavy brown bread that I like, he'd filled up the back of Lisa's van, Lisa had several sofas and a piano for us, and two different people gave us sacks of clothes, mainly for Tabby. She has put on a fashion show all afternoon, I so wish Miss Robin and her family could have seen this, a prissy little girl in a bathing suit, colorful rubber boots, and a pink cardigan.

Sonny just gave Jonathan an atomic wedgie while shouting, "anyone wanna buy some crack?" Edgar went to the soccer finals of all his Mexican friends at work, he even left church early for this event, but how could I complain when he'd driven Joey and Miriam to work early this morning and helped me get all the 23 other kids out the door to church.

We'd had a fantastic illustrated, very moving sermon that knocked my socks off, and 12 pounds of pinto beans are simmering on the stove, the tantalizing aroma is making everyone dog me to get it done faster.

Sergi took Sabrina to the store to buy the ingredients for her project that I'd eaten last night, the smile is back on her pretty face...but she's well aware that food is always an endangered species around our house, she best lock this project up in the van tonight.

I'd bopped all around Sunday School and church, acting like my gut didn't hurt, but I sure needed to sit myself down for a minute here afterwards, fine now, but sometimes I think I'm way stronger than reality would allow.

But if reality was meaningful, I wouldn't even try and parent 39 young'uns.

I read a cool quote, "The greatest happiness comes from the greatest activity." (Bovee) and I gotta agree. I truly don't know what I'd do with myself otherwise. I'm fixing to re-read Stephen Covey's 7 habits again, because I'd bought the teen version for Vanessa, she just started it yesterday and is nearly done. There's a great return on my 50 cent yard sale investment.