Something I Have to Share

Although I realize I have many posts that I keep promising to write {see: Avery is 14 months old and her last monthly post was 10 months - OOPS!}

But this is just too good to share.

Preface: My mom loves finding coins on the ground. She will squeal and grab that penny/nickel/dime/quarter faster then the speed of sound. It can be quite embarrassing. But there were many times all those coins she found and collected added up to help pay for something.

My mom always says that when she is stressed/worried/or in need of money, God always shows her that He is taking care of her by leaving money in strange places. For example, one time she was stressing about a bill and how it would get paid and while she taking her daily walk through the woods by her home, she found a pile of dimes...a pile of dime just randomly on a trail in the woods...

And that bill she was worrying about? It got paid with the money she received from an unexpected place.

While most people will call that coincidence, a Believer (as in a born-again Christian, not to be confused with a Belieber, a Justin Beiber fan) knows that there are no coincidences with God.

I always listened to her stories, because God had shown her many times with a random coin in a strange place, that he is taking care of her. I probably just rolled my eyes and moved on to the next thing.

Here is MY story:

Over this past weekend, our A/C stopped working. The fan was working, but it was not blowing cold air. While my husband has of gift of being mechanically inclined, he went through the possible scenarios of what could possibly be wrong. And they all were super expensive problems.

Ever since we moved into our home, we knew we wanted to replace the ugly, and now gross from 3 dogs and a baby, wall-to-wall carpet that was in our great room with hardwood floors. We saved our money and now have enough to fulfill our goal. Also - I have severe asthma and allergies so replacing carpet with hardwood is not just an aesthetic want as it is a health need.

But with an expensive A/C bill looming, we were coming to the realization that we may have to forfeit our hardwood floor to fix our A/C unit (in anticipation of a sweltering summer and a husband, daughter, and pugs that do not handle the heat well). Such is the life of an <responsible> adult.

Since the A/C stopped working on Saturday and this past weekend it was relatively cool, we decided to wait until Monday to call for a technician to come out and break our hearts and bank diagnose the problem.

Which means I had 3 full days to worry myself about what could possible be wrong and how we would afford to fix it and possibly have to wait longer for the new floors I so desperately needed/wanted. And of course my mom just kept saying "pray about it". 


My husband set the appointment up for first thing Tuesday morning. I was planning on working from home that day because, ironically, I had made an appointment with Home Depot to come out and give us an estimate for flooring the same day. 


Ryan and I both got up before Avery so I decided to run to Wawa to grab a coffee. I got my phone and wallet and headed out to my car. As I was sitting in the car, I remembered that I put my debit card into my bag, not my wallet. I said a quick "hallelujah" for remembering that then and not while I was standing in line at Wawa. So I ran back into the house and grabbed my debit card. 


When I came back out to my car, there was a penny sitting on my seat. I KNOW there was nothing on that seat when I got into the car. I immediately thought of my mom and her coin stories. So I said a quick prayer that what ever was wrong with the A/C, that it would be something we could afford to fix. 

Like most people (I think) we live on a pretty tight budget, which has gotten even tighter since we are actively working on a debt pay down plan. I knew $200 was the most we could afford. And I also "knew" that the majority of possible problems that could be wrong with the A/C would most likely have an extra "0" at the end. And good-bye hardwood floors.

But after I prayed, I felt a calm, a peace, a knowing that no matter what, God was in control of this. I could either trust Him or worry about something I could not control. I chose to trust Him. And that? It made a difference.

So I grabbed coffee, got home, sat down to work, and ate breakfast with Avery. As we were eating, the very nice technician arrived. Ryan showed him out to the back of our house, where the A/C unit lives. Mr. Technician was out there for about 5 minutes, assessing the situation.

He came inside, and I know Ryan and I both subconsciously held our breath, to tell us what he had found.

"It is a burned wire."


"It will be about $67 to replace."


"Plus $89 for the service call."


I almost started crying! 


$156!!!


Not only did God answer my prayer, He kept it BELOW budget! 


He loves me. He listens to me. He cares about the little things. And He answers me. 


I love Jesus.


xoxo