Lasso of Truth

I like your style!

Gladiolas in colors that I don't remember planting--that just happen to match the cool, vintage tablecloth my friend Elizabeth just gave me.

Not everyone would be giddy over this.  But He knew I would.

If you need anything, just ask Me.

Today  I had to remind myself several times to check out the shipping price for a customer out of the country.  By the time I finally got around to it, I couldn't find my scale.  Of course.  Being the organizationally-challenged soul that I am, I started looking,  And looking.  After digging through my third box full of "miscellaneous" I said aloud, "Lord, I can't find my scale.  I know I should have put it back, but I need it right now.  Can you show me where it is?"  Instantly, I had this flash of memory.  I remembered laying the scale in a pile of tissue paper.  But I looked for the paper, and I couldn't even find that.  I walked over to where  the tissue should have been, lifted yet another pile of stuff, and there it was.   My scale, laying atop the tissue.  If anyone besides the kids had been at home, they would have asked who I was talking to down there in the basement.  "God, you are so good!  Thank you for that.  I couldn't have asked for a more instant reassurance than that.  Thanks for who you are--loving me and taking care of me in my often-pitiful state."  Have you gotten a "love post-it" from God lately?  Keep a look-out.  I'm sure you have.