Sometimes it seems that life conspires against you. Sometimes it seems that the timing of things just works out to make things suck for you. Sometimes it seems that you can never catch a break. And all of this that I'm talking about it financial, because that seems to be the basis for most of our problems in this Beckstrom family.
So, Today was Nikita's birthday. She and I planned a day out together.
Tomorrow, we are all going down to Manti to see the Miracle Pageant.
Friday, is payday.
We did our best to save for both of these things, but life happened (as it does every week) and it all costed money.
We were worried about ending the day today with enough money to fill our tank enough to get us down to Manti (our only vacation this year).
Jim has been trying to sell his pickup truck. He hadn't had any luck for about 3 weeks.
Well - First small miracle - Today somebody wanted to buy it! He wanted to give us cash!
But. . . we couldn't find the title for it. He wouldn't buy it without it.
Jim had just seen the title a few weeks ago, but no matter where we looked, we couldn't find it.
We prayed frantically in our heads as we searched in all the most likely (and unlikely) places. I even searched the bathroom!
Well, after we came up with what we hoped would be a solution (which would involve a lot of phone calls and faxes) we went on with our evening of trying to host Nikita's party with her friends.
So Nikita's girlfriends decided they wanted to see videos of her when she was little. So I looked for them, and guess what? I couldn't find them anywhere! So I hollered up the stairs for Jim to look in a certain drawer for the tapes. They weren't in there!
But guess what was???
Yes, Second Miracle - (lack of suspense!) the title for the truck!
We had both looked there earlier and never saw it.
So everything is all good now (for now).
I guess that even when we're grumbling around thinking that nothing ever works out for us and God has just left us to flounder around on our own, sometimes He's actually paying attention and helps us out.
I'm so glad for those small miracles!
Now, if we could just find a new car for Jim and I wouldn't have to take him to work at 4:30 every morning. . . . .