35 On the same day, when evening had come, He said to them, "Let us cross over to the other side." 36 Now when they had left the multitude, they took Him along in the boat as He was. And other little boats were also with Him. 37 And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling. 38 But He was in the stern, asleep on a pillow. And they awoke Him and said to Him, "Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?" 39 Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, "Peace, be still!" And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. 40 But He said to them, "Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?" 41 And they feared exceedingly, and said to one another, "Who can this be, that even the wind and the sea obey Him!" NKJV
Monday, February 4, 2008
At 7:00 last night, we phoned my morning attendant to make sure she'd be here today. All last week, she was late either because of weather (hey, this is New England!) or because her little girl was sick. And we were understanding. But when she answered, her first words were: "I've been meaning to call you all day..." Her car had been repossessed that morning, and she was "too embarrassed" to call and tell us that she no longer has transportation to work.
As I understand things, banks generally don't repossess vehicles without warning--about three months' warning, actually. But this young woman took the attendant care job with me only a month ago. She lives 20 miles away from us. I'm scratching my head as to why she would take a job that far from home when she must have known she'd soon lose her car. And then wait till we called her (we were actually 99% sure she was coming, but I thought we should confirm) at 7:00 p.m. to tell us that she wasn't coming. Needless to say, we were shocked, angry and frightened.
The Lord provided a dear friend of ours to get me up this morning, but the rest of the week looked discouraging. Before bed, John posted an ad on Craig's List, hoping for quick results, but I'd already been struggling to trust God as a result of being left in bed till noon three days last week, so I wasn't really sure what to think.
During my quiet time this morning, I read Mark 4. The chapter's closing paragraph seemed to apply:
Reading it, I knew the Lord wanted to address my lack of faith. Why, after 37 years of walking with Jesus, do I still panic in the same way that the disciples did? At that time, they had known Him probably less than a year, but I've known Him most of my life. I know He can work through this attendant care situation. Maybe not in ways I would prefer, but for His glory.
After my quiet time this morning, I played Matt Redman's song, "Blessed Be Your Name" to remind myself to praise God even in the midst of this attendent care crisis. Before the song even finished playing, we got two calls answering our Craig's List ad, and a third call from a back-up who can come tomorrow and might be a possible person to hire. Soon after that, one of the callers came for an interview, and she seems very promising!
I'm glad "my heart will choose to say, 'Lord, blessed be Your Name!'"