Aaah, much better! Recently at one of my Bible study groups we were reading in John about the woman at the well. This time, rather than focusing on the woman and the fact that Jesus told her to turn from her sinful life and sin no more - I really focused on what He was offering. A drink that means you will never be thirsty.
My soul will never be thirsty. God has provided for me a bottomless well that will never run dry. He has promised me eternal life. There is peace for my soul. I can trust what He says is true.
I know I've written about trust before, but in my humanness I find I often need to be reminded that I can trust God. Tim and I both wear rings on our right hands that say "Trust in Me" in Hebrew. How frequently I find myself staring at it and shaking my head, wondering how I forgot.
This morning, my straight-razor shaving husband showed me quite a lot of trust I think! After a brief instruction of what angle and what pressure to use, he asked me to shave the back of his neck for him. It was wonderfully intimate and I'm a little proud of how well I did. The short, scraping strokes were a little frightening at first; I kept expecting blood to bloom from beneath my attentions. Instead, short dark hairs just fell away and left smooth, touchable and slightly pink skin behind.
Why do I bring this up? Well, honestly I just wanted to write about it. And because I know right now we're going to have to trust God a little. It seems that as soon as we found we were going to be fine for our mission trip to Nicaragua, and after buying work boots to protect Tim's feet when he goes with some other ACF men to help in Joplin, we are facing another expense (and just plain inconvenience). Thank goodness for Dave Ramsey's first baby step - an emergency fund. We may need to use it.
At the end of last week, we realized I'm going to need a front brake job. Which is quite a feat - as I drove about 80,000 miles before needing on (thank you Honda and thank you Dad for teaching me not to run up on things and cram on the brakes!). No big deal - I'd drive Tim's car to work one day and he'd do it for me - he's done many brake jobs.
But then, tonight, he called me as soon as he pulled in to work. First to tell me our malaria pills are in. Then to tell me (I could tell by his voice something was wrong) that his power steering blew a line or something as he pulled into the complex. Dang it.
Perhaps it is because we've been reading "Jesus Calling" ("Enjoying Peace in His Presence") but I felt a peace about all of this washing over me. God will provide for today. In Matthew, when asked by the disciples how to pray, Jesus only told us to ask our needs for today to be provided for: