“Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety upon Him because He cares for you.” ~1 Peter 5:6-7
Iwaded through six telephone book pages of attorneys today, searching, not for legal representation, but for an office cleaning job. Obviously, attorneys are the right kind of people to target with this kind of service. They all already had a cleaning lady. Next I called florist, looking for extra contracting as a delivery girl for holidays. After several of them kindly told me they already had a pool to draw from, I was startled to hear one say, “Actually, yes we do that sometimes. Are you familiar with RussVegas?” Swiftly, I retrieved my jaw from the floor and answered. He quizzed me a little—asked my age, where I lived, if I had another job and told me he did indeed need a “jumper” for Valentine’s Day. And that he would probably call me—and seemed pleased by my offer to come in next week. A very small possibility, but still, after a host of “nos” it’s always nice to hear a “yes.”
The stars tell stories of Your love.
In distant suns the tale I’ve read
Of how You crushed the serpent’s head.
These flaming worlds fell from Your hand
To show that nothing halts Your plan
And You will reign as Lord supreme,
Beginning and the End, and King.
I think I understand the stars.
You’ve named them all, both near and far
And set them as a sign for me
To measure my infirmity.
And yet, I gaze at heaven above—
It is not stars, but me, You love.