Can You Hear Me Now?

You want to know how God works? I love stuff like this.

I’ve recently been meaning to shoot off an email to a client, asking him again (I had asked in October) for the few last things I need to finish up his year end, get his GST return to him, and invoice him for the work. I am down to about my last $50 (not including January’s rent, I have that!) and my bills for December haven’t been paid yet. It was getting down to a real crunch so I needed to get my thoughts organized for this email and hope this client would be willing to pay me even if everything wasn’t 100% finished.

Yesterday, he called me, asking if he could come by and drop off the things I needed. Mind reader! When he showed up, he also had a present for me from him and his wife “for your patience” - a cranberry Body Shop gift set and a $30 gift card for Chapters (which I went online and used that night!) He also requested that I invoice him so he could bring me a cheque ASAP. Cool, no? Now I can pay all my bills and I’ll have a couple more books to add to my reading list. And smell like cranberry.

I love the way life works out. Every time I’m down to my last few bucks, something like that happens. I always have faith that it will, and it always does.

I was chatting recently with my friend who had a baby girl in August (in her car, on the side of the road!) I’ve never known her to be very religious, because she’s never bonked me over the head with a bible, which is a dead giveaway. But I knew she and her family were planning to move to Haiti to help build schools, organized by her church. Then she got pregnant again and plans changed. Anyway, when she wrote: “Yes, baby was born on the side of the road, it was kind of scary yet strangely peaceful at the same time. I knew the Lord was with us and I was not afraid once I gave the situation over to Him. She is a marvelous little person.” I was creeped out for a second. Why? Because she said “I gave the situation over to Him”? I believe in God, so I don’t know why I get uncomfortable when people reference Him like that. I guess I’m afraid the next thing that follows is the bonk on the head with a bible.

Do you know the story about Oprah and when she was told she got the part in The Color Purple? It’s explained in this article. She “gave it up to Him” and look at HER life. Not too shabby. As they say, “let go and let God”. That should be the affirmation I repeat to myself 100 times/day, because I tend to forget. Once in awhile I remind myself “it’s all happening perfectly”, and then the next minute I’m all “WTF… WHY!?!” I try to remember to stand firm in my belief of the Grand Design and one day I’ll know exactly what that is. Heh

I received some awesome news yesterday. Rob Szabo will be back here on April 13 at the Ironwood. Yippeeee!!!

Yesterday I bought some plastic containers to help with the office and bathroom organizing. I worked on the bathroom a bit yesterday, thinking I’d get it all done, but you know what? That’s a bigger job than I thought it would be. I can’t stand for that long! And I don’t know how I’m going to get into the depths of my cabinets since I can’t get myself up from off the floor. Hm. I may need to seek assistance with that project.

I almost cried as I tossed the Estee Lauder toner into the “stuff to get rid of” pile… $29.50 for that, and I used it once… what a freakin’ waste. But I can’t hang on to stuff I know I’ll never use. I have 600 different kinds of lotions and body butters of various scents. I’m not as kind as Robyn, who gives away stuff like that to her readers and pays for the packaging and postage to send it to you. If you want mine, get your arse over here before it all gets tossed!

I also finally heard from the Living Well with a Chronic Condition place, and they sent me a bunch of paperwork. I visit (yet ANOTHER) physiotherapist on January 9, and then my hopeful regular specialized exercise class thingy I'’ve been trying to get into for what seems like forever will finally be underway.

Today someone sent me a video of Saddam’s hanging. “It’s from a cell phone, so it’s a little grainy”. Well, I’m not going to watch it ANYWAY, so I don’t care how grainy it is. I can’t believe people are sending that around. I mean, I believe it I guess, some people are pretty sick, but why they would think I would want to watch it is beyond me. Yeah, the man was slime, but so are a lot of people, and I’m not going to get any great high or sense of justice out of watching them, or anyone, die. It’s all a part of that Grand Design thingy, whether it makes sense to us now or not.