Sweet Like Candy To Me
I write, just pondering on the little things God does for me that are oh so sweet; the things he does that make me giggle to myself like a little girl when I think about them.
I remember a week when I was at the airport, heading back home from a work week out of state. As I headed out of the building, eager to get home, I kept slipping and falling out of my shoes. Annoyed, I thought to myself, “I really need to get new flats.” In fact, that whole week, I had been stuggling with those same shoes everyday as I walked to work. When I got home, I met a box of shoes waiting for me – black, patent leather Calvin Kleins. My mom had bought them for me, just because. Clearly, God had something to do with that.
That’s not the first time God’s pulled a stunt like that with me. Earlier this year I was walking around with a pair of flats I had owned for about three years — they were quite junky. I had money to buy new ones, but somehow I didn’t have time to go out shopping for them. I guess I just didn’t prioritize it high enough. Sitting in the car with a friend one day, she said to me: throw them away and God will provide. I did just that. A few weeks later, I got new shoes as a gift. Three new pairs of shoes for a pair junky flats. I think l like that kind of math.
On another week, I had gotten to the point where my work required me to travel with two laptops. As it was, my handbag couldn’t hold both laptops; so I made a note to myself to get a new handbag – something big and stylish, but strong enough to hold my laptops and books. I cringed a bit because I knew the type of bag I would want would carry a huge price tag. But just a few weeks later, I got a present in the mail from my uncle – a huge, black Italian leather bag. Once again, just because. I smiled at the bag and whispered to God, “thank you”. Such a timely gift.
Another Thursday at the airport. This time, it was a rough night in Chicago. Everyone’s flight had been cancelled or delayed, and the airport was crowded. I was tired. As I lugged my suitcase, and laptops through the airport, I had thought to myself, “you know, I wouldn’t mind a plate of good ole white rice and stew tonight…and a plush couch to enjoy it on.” I got home, and met my mom in the kitchen. She said to me: I’ve left some rice out for you. I’ve also warmed up some stew. Go eat in living room; enjoy yourself. I got the food, located the plush couch in the living room and I did just that. Sweet right?
Someone once told me that I am so God-centered because he found that every conversation he had with me ended up being about God. But I can’t help it. It’s what a gal does when she knows she’s loved. Think of a woman who gets in a relationship with a man. He takes her out, she talks about it. He surprises her, she talks about it. He gives her a ring, she talks about it. Given what I’ve written here, I couldn’t possibly be silent about God, could I?