So I'm trying to prepare myself for my first day back at work; pulled out some clothes for the week - trying to plan ahead, washed and twisted my hair - don't want to look like a before photo, ate something, and then decided to hit the shower before I hit the sack. Figured the warm would calm my nerves and help me sleep.
Here's a little secret and TMI... since it is summer and I was off for 6 weeks I shaved only once #shrugs... whatever. I knew I had to handle the furry situation prior to heading back to work because one just does not go to work looking like the main character from Harry and the Henderson's. I go to the closet to grab my razor and I see only one. Usually I wouldn't be bothered. One razor. No big deal... but what about when I go on my trip. I can't possibly go to my sister's wedding looking like a Furby.
**Tears commence.** But it's not about the razor. Or the trip. Or looking like a Chia Pet. This razor is my last one. Right now it symbolizes everything. Well, nothing. The last. No more. Empty. Nothing left. No lifelines. Broke. Poor. A $1 razor.
My music is playing in the background and I hear the artist say "You have to have a testimony to sing this part..." **More tears** You can't have a testimony if you don't first have a test.
The thing about tests is that you make it through to the testimony. This isn't my testimony....
Grabbed the basket where the razor was sitting. Picked up the razor and the packaging. Below it, was another razor. Praise God! Not just for the razor, but for the realization that He provides.... He always provides.... right on time. No matter how large or how simple something seems or even how silly; be it a ram in the bush or a razor in the bottom of the basket; He;s there Our God, My God is not one dimensional. Have faith. He provides. Yahweh-Yireh.
Abraham's Faith Tested
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