A blue and white "JESUS IS MY DRIVER" caught my eye and yet while looking at others I kept this one in my hand. Yes, I saw another that had a cross on it (always first choice) but I still decided the one in my hand was the one. For some reason it spoke more to me than the cross...
Seems these days, that sadly, crosses are merely a fashion statement, but the name of Jesus is what brings deliverance!
Still unable to put it down, I continued to hold the key ring in my hand and at the first break in the conversation I quietly told my friend to "Buy this for me.", of course intending to repay the money when back in the car. I knew my friend was low on cash but the draw to the key ring was strong.
The friend glanced at me, smiled and said "You're unreal, girl." and pulled the exact same key ring out of a pocket. Said "I bought this for you a couple of days ago and forgot to give it to you this morning. Wanted to give you a new key ring for your new car."
We both stood there amazed.
Later, in the middle of auto repairs, more parts were now required and so inside I went inside to balance my checkbook and evaluate my money situation. As I calculated my accounts I audibly but quietly spoke to God about my concerns and asked him to take care of me, watch over me and give me sign that all is well and I'm in His will in my giving, and well... entire life.
Always praying before a move, I was still experiencing a moment of financial fear. Wanting God's approval in the giving, tithing, helping and spending. No, it wasn't a travailing prayer. Just a quick verbal thought to God as I attempted to do the math.
Five minutes later, long forgotten and still online, I heard a noise and looked up from the computer toward the sound.
Directly across the room was a wooden rocking chair with a Sparrow that had just lit down on one of the arms. It looked at me a minute and then turned around and flew away- back out the bedroom door I'm guessing it flew in.
Now mind you, the journey into my camper could not have been an easy one... my awning was open which causes one to duck when entering through the door... then up steps to the bedroom... around an immediate corner to the right... through two bathroom doorways... into the living room where the chair was... on the other side of the wall.
This little Sparrow seemed to know exactly where it was going and then precisely how to politely leave. There was no fear or panic in it's behavior at all. It was if it was on a mission and new exactly what was required.
My immediate message was this: