We were unloading the moving truck and had gotten down to the last three ultra-heavy items. We were exhausted and desperately wished for some manpower. As we stood looking in the truck, I asked Sabe if she had prayed. She hadn't. I suggested we take a break and give God twenty minutes to bring us some help. Sabe replied, "You can rest if you want but if I sit down I won't get up again." So I said a short prayer asking for some muscle. When I finished I hollered at Sabe, "It's 5:16. Help should be here by 5:36." She didn't even think I was funny and continued trying to move a stacked washer/dryer. I sat down and watched her stubbornly wrestle the thing. She had it about halfway down the ramp when a car pulled in the driveway and two young men got out. "Oh look," I cried out. "Here's our help and it's exactly 5:36!" I laughed and laughed. I don't know if I was more pleased God answered my prayer or (meanly) that Sabe had been wrong. Or maybe it was that nearly hysterical place you go when you are way past tired. Whatever it was I had a good belly laugh over it.
I'm just amazed how He cares about our every need.
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