The night before at 1am, I sent my VP of Baby Rachel's Legacy nonprofit an email that said "I made all these pretty banners for the race but I have no idea how I'm supposed to hang the things" I was still outside watering the flowers that morning and Donna pulled up... She called me over and said "Do you have any need for these?" Seriously?! 8am and she is coming to my house with sticks that stand up and have holes in them that they were going to throw away?? PERFECT for banners!! Things have been falling into place like this pretty consistently and my 1am prayers have been being answered. Thank You, God!!
And then Des came down and said "My doll is #43!" I asked what she meant and she told me it had a 43 on the neck. Remember the post from last Friday? I took a pic of the girls holding their American Girl dolls with Rachel's grave in the distance and said "I'll always have one girl missing from my 'girly' photos"..... and the doll Des was holding is numbered 43?! Not to mention, she has never noticed numbers on the back of any of her dolls before. Seriously? Am I the only one who thinks this is crazy?
Whether it's a rainbow I can't see, but my 5 year old can... a random wooden post drop off... a business willing to support our girl's race.... a key chain shoe....a healthy, growing, strong baby boy doing new things....or an imprinted number on the back of a doll's neck.... If I look around, I can't deny that He is there.
Some days are harder than others.... I'm so thankful for these little reprieves that encourage my heart. He is so good.