I’m always blown away by how much God cares about the little details in my life. Call it coincidence if you must, but after 8,563 coincidences this year, I’m getting a little suspicious. I promised you a garage sale story last week, and since I’d rather write than pack at the moment, here you go.
As a little backdrop, you need to know that I promised my husband last year (two years ago?) that I’d never have another garage sale as long as I lived.
It was very spur of the moment, no advertising, Thursday only, sign at the end of our street, pray for the best.
Baby Hugger Amy and I chatted on Facebook the night before, and she said she’d just been cleaning out some stuff and telling Billy she needed to find someone who was having a garage sale.
At 6:41, I wrote in my journal, “Yard Sale Day. Lord, will you bless it? I don’t know if people will even come. Your will, Lord. I’m believing you for something BIG! $50, Lord. I’m asking you for $50. But more importantly, will you bless my time with Amy and any other Vista gals who stop by? Thank you, Lord!”
Now, $50 may not sound like something BIG to you, but if you had seen my junk, you’d have laughed that I even thought to aim that high. Remember, I do most of my “shopping” at thrift stores. When you sell stuff in your driveway that you’ve already used after you bought it used, well, how much are people going to want to pay for it? Not much.
We put our wares on makeshift tables (closet doors I took off when we moved here, on top of rubbermaid tubs) and got our first customer! She spent $1.20. Then Amy came at 8:30ish bearing coffee and Timbits. Bless her heart.
Then we waited. And waited. And chatted. And chatted. Finally, two serious garage-salers pulled up in a pick-up truck. Rosemary and Becky. Long story short, by the time they had ooh-ed and ah-ed over all the stuff they just had to have, they walked away with heaps of it. And we were $39 richer. I gave them each a copy of Blushing. And Rosemary bought a second copy for her daughter for $2.
And as they were pulling away, it started to rain. Everything got wet as we scurried to move it into the garage. Gabe voluntarily came out and helped–even though my plan was that he wouldn’t have to lift a finger. I kind of hoped he wouldn’t even notice that I was out there having a garage sale.
A couple people trickled in, spent a dollar or fifty cents. By noon, we were ready to call it quits and pack up the rest for the thrift store. Amy gave me all her profits (her stuff was actually nice, and I had to force myself not to buy some of it!). It came to $48. I had told her what I had asked God that morning, and we laughed that He got me so close to my request. If not for Rosemary and Becky, we’d have made a whopping nine bucks.
And do you wanna hear something God? The only reason they found our garage sale was because they got lost. On their way from Hilliard to Worthington. And if you know Columbus, and you know where I live, I certainly don’t live between those two places! Craziness.
Amy left, I went inside. Three minutes later, our neighbor (from Kenya) and his two darling little boys walked through our yard. I headed back out and told the boys they could have a toy for free. JaJa (the dad) picked up a carseat and looked at it. “I’ll be right back.”
He came back and handed me $3. Are you kidding me? Can somebody tell me (without a calculator) what $48 + $3 is??
Praise the Lord. Praise. The. Lord.
Then some other cool neighbor interaction took place, making the garage sale worth it even without the $51. (we ended up making $54.25)
One other God-story, completely unrelated except that it involves God and how much He cares about us. A few nights ago, I was chatting with my friend Kelly (I have a lot of friends named Kelly). This particular one met us at the Indy Zoo back in September. It was the first time we’d met, and we had such a great time.
So, we were chatting on facebook and she tells me that she got her summer school check (she’s a teacher) and wanted to share some with us. Floored me. Then I tell her we’re driving through Indy on our way to Omaha. Would she want to meet us somewhere for breakfast? We decide on Chick-Fil-A. I bought pop-tarts to eat in the car for a cheap breakfast, but we could just use some of Kelly’s gift to eat the most scrummy breakfast imaginable.
Come to find out that several of my dear Indy relatives live RIGHT BY that Chick-Fil-A, and they’re going to try to meet us there. Then, WONDER OF WONDERS, I get an e-mail from Chick-Fil-A telling me that Friday, July 10 is Cow Appreciation Day! Dress like a cow–FREE MEAL!! Five old white t-shirts and three black markers later, we all have cow costumes–and FREE CHICK-FIL-A!!
Seriously. The only thing better than Chick-Fil-A is FREE Chick-Fil-A. Please tell me if you don’t have one in your area, and I’ll…I don’t know what I’ll do. Call your Congressman? It’s that big of a deal. Really.
And you wanna hear something cool? The day we met Kelly at the Indy Zoo last fall? Free Chick-Fil-A for wearing your favorite college team’s apparel. Craziness.
And one more cool detail. You know Kaye, right? My dear friend who makes the beautiful tiles–the one I’m always gushing about. Gabe made her a new website, and it’s up and running! And because she’s such a peach to work for, and because my hubby worked his tail off, it got done FAST, and we have enough $ to get to California and back.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
I already have some posts written and scheduled to post next week. Stay tuned for pics from 2 really sweet Chicago zoos, a 3-part series entitled “Tale of a Bratty Wife,” and a rare video of me (gulp).
Have an awesome weekend, friends! And look for God in the details today!