Undeserved Blessings

This post was sent to me from Mom (Nancy Mom. I know I've referred to both my moms lately. Sorry about the confusion.) This is from Nancy...


Isaiah 65:24  Before they call I will answer! While they are still speaking I will hear."

This verse describes exactly what has been happening since this whole ordeal began a little over a month ago. God has met our many needs through many of you reading this blog.

If I attempted to mention everyone, I absolutely would leave someone out. Starting with the move from our house to the condo on March 10, we couldn't have predicted that we would not be part of it at all and that He would prompt so many friends to just show up and fill in around Tim and the u-haul guys.

Another time I realized that Charlie would need to be boarded as I was just not home enough, but the kennel said he couldn't come without proof of a recent kennel cough vaccination, which takes 7 days to kick in. Within a few minutes I received a call from a longtime work friend of Steve whom I hadn't talked with in at least a year. "What can I do?" Dave Meyerrose said. He took Charlie to the vet and then out to play.

We had two storage sheds, one of which needed emptying right away. Dave Giegler organized two shed crews over two nights and I still don't know what is in the one shed we still have.....but it is in there thanks to several of you. Dave told me not to go over there alone as nothing can come out without an avalanche! Thank you, as I didn't really know what I was asking!

I don't ever know ahead of time when I'll reach the end of my reserves before the day is out. Three times this week God sent rescue and rejuvenation in the form of evening visits with Steve and lunch out for me. Thank you, Rich, Dave Gilbert, and Sue Giegler:)

On Monday, just after I hit rock bottom and told the Pallative Care RN, "I really need to find someone who has been down this road before! And soon!" Flora sent me a text saying "Check your inbox for an email from Sue Pinney. Her husband had GBS in 2008 and she wants to talk to you."

And a final story about God answering prayer before it is voiced. A lady named Natalee, friend of Flora's sister, read the blog and wanted to help in some way. She read that Charlie was once again needing a place to stay for a while. This mother of 8 reached out to Becky who had been keeping Charlie and offered to keep him at no charge at her daughter's boarding kennel on their property. She sent a video of him cavorting with her children. I haven't met you, Natalee, but Steve and I are so very grateful. I promise to come and get him:).  (Flora here - Actually, Mom, Natalee offered before she knew there was a need. She just felt prompted and thought she'd "throw it out there." It just so happens that there WAS a need. A complete stranger to you was used to bless you. Look in the comments section of the "In a Nutshell" post on April 9) :)

Yes, of course I wonder "why" this has happened, and yet I see evidence all around that He knows, hears, and loves us. He shows us this through the prayers, calls, cards, hospital visits, dog care, bush removal, moving help, dryer fixing, grocery shopping, car to dealer for fixing and return to our driveway, meals, flower planting, beds to crawl into, gift cards.....that you all have provided.


Flora talking now:
So Mom (Parsley) just sent me this blog to post...while I was writing an almost identically-themed one in my head based on the same verse! 

Tim and I have just started having the "long term illness is expensive/missed shifts/gas money/Easter is coming" conversation this week. Honestly, we haven't prayed about it but should. This morning after church, a friend who has been following the blog, walked up to Tim and handed him a wad of cash. Tim started to protest. Our friend said, "I feel like I should give this to you. We feel prompted to give this to you guys. Maybe it could cover some of the gas costs? We feel for you. You have to take this. If you don't take it you are stealing from me my ability to respond to God's prompting."

Before we even asked.