God is very funny sometimes

God is very funny sometimes.

I don't mean "strange" kind of funny. I mean laugh-out-loud funny. Sometimes I notice when He's being funny. Other times, I think I don't until a long time later. And other times, I am just too irritated to appreciate the humor.

I was not feeling particularly good nor particularly bad as I set out yesterday morning to drop a pair of pants off at a new tailor's shop in town. I had not been there before, but someone at work had told me about the place, and I was going to give it a try.

The place is in a sort of mall, which is more like a bunch of booths, and it is always crowded, and when I finally found the shop I was looking for, it was closed. I figured I would go grocery shopping and then get back to the mall, and perhaps happily find that they open late on Saturdays.

On my way out, a man sitting in a chair in front of one of the shops asked me, "If you died tonight, do you know where you would go?"

I answered him, and he seemed not to believe me, and so he asked me some more questions about salvation.

It turns out that this shop exists simply to tell people about Jesus Christ and the way to salvation.

Well, I never pass up a chance to talk about my Lord, and I was there for about 3 hours!

When it came time for me to leave, the man gave me a book, "The Way of the Master," which I hope to be able to start reading this week.

It was a nice way to turn my day around, and I was then off to Wal-Mart to do my grocery shopping. On the short drive to the store, I was laughing and talking out loud to God about how funny it was that He reminds me in the strangest ways that He is there and that I am one of His people.

At the store, I got about $60.00 worth of food for the week, and when I got to the checkout, it kept saying that my bank card was declined.

Not possible! My husband and I were both paid on Friday, and here it was only Saturday. Turns out that a $300.00 automatic payment which I thought we had cancelled was taken out.

Oh, my! It will be another 6 days that we will be without a cent, without money for gasoline, and with that unsettling feeling I get when we don't have any money.

I was pretty irritated as I got into the car, and again I started talking out loud about it. As I was speaking, that small voice reminded me that my needs were really taken care of. We don't need to use the cars for anything between Sunday and Friday, so gasoline wasn't an issue. We had enough food to keep us fed until Friday.

I started laughing, realizing that my first stop in the morning really helped me get through my second one.

God really is funny.