Yesterday was my mama’s 50th birthday.
I love to surprise my mother. I think it is because I know that no amount of gift will suffice in my eyes, but the added element of surprise just gives a completely different experience. I get more excited about seeing her reaction to the surprise than the gift. Yesterday was no exception.
She loves those big number balloons; she gets them every year for everyone’s birthday. I protested against them this year and she still talks about it.
So, I decided to get a big 5 and 0, but tell me why those things are so expensive. I am not paying thirty dollars for some plastic and air that will be useless tomorrow. Say what you want, but I said what I said. My daddy calls me cheap, but l’m just frugal lol; we always agree to disagree. I went to the dollar store and paid eight dollars for deflated ones that I planned to blow up myself. Because how hard could it be, right? lol Spoiler: it was difficult.
I talked my brother into taking one and I took the other one. The opening used to inflate the balloons was designed for the valve of a helium tank or the nozzle of a balloon pump, hence it did not work for us who were using our mouths. I realized immediately that we wouldn’t be able to pump those balloons. I looked for straws around the house but I couldn’t find one. I needed to figure something out fast and I didn’t want to panic, so I decided to ask God for help. I began repeating the phrase: “God, please show me what to do.” I was repeating it while I searched the house for something to use.
I went to the pantry and my eyes landed on the pasta box, but it was the the spiral ones that would have been useless; suddenly, light came. We had the medium sized macaronis that I could use as a valve. BINGO!! I know I am not that smart to think of something that genius.
Flesh and blood did not reveal that to me- please tell me you get it lol. I quickly took two of them and we were able to blow up the balloons in less than five minutes. I was so amazed at how fast the Holy Spirit worked.
I never need to worry about the directions for my life because my Father has it and He knows how to communicate them to me.
He came through just in time.
I have to add this other story that happened the same night and next morning. I am in my church’s choir, and we were told to wear blue jeans, but all I heard was jeans, not blue.
Before I went to bed, the Holy Spirit instructed me to question in the group chat whether it was a specific color or not. I pushed it aside till I forgot and went to bed. The Holy Spirit came back (am I the only one who is excited that He’s just so patient?) when I woke up, so l just said that I would wear my black jeans and take my blue jeans with me just in case.
So, I am wearing the black jeans and turning my car around and the Holy Spirit came back to remind me that I wasn’t taking the blue jeans with me like I promised Him. You know what I did? I push it aside again and drove off because I was already late. I know, I know.
I walked into church, and guess who was the outlawed choir member who chose to wear black jeans when every other choir member was wearing blue jeans? I’ll leave it to your imagination.
Psalm 37:23
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way.
God is giving you the step by step directions for your life. I pray you are listening.
