Monday    April, I went grocery shopping. We ran errands, and everything went well.

Tuesday    April informed me that we were out of olive oil. I complained and asked why she didn’t put it on our shopping list. Then, I realized we had to get out to pick up my mail-ordered prescriptions. I told  April, “We can get some olive oil after we get my meds.” While at the grocery store, buying our one item, I noticed several people in line were purchasing fully-cooked, smoked, spiral-cut hams.

“What’s the deal with the hams?” I asked the cashier. “Oh, they are on sale for 0.29 cents a pound.” I immediately went over and got one and paid a total of, $6.08. It would have cost me $30.00 if not on sale. We got in the car, and I thought, “Wow! I’m glad you forgot to tell me we needed olive oil!” We thanked God and headed home.

Wednesday    I got in our car to attend the men’s Bible study at our church. The car wouldn’t start. April suggested I stay home, but I felt I needed to be there, so I walked to the church. During our discussion of scripture, I had the opportunity to testify about a miracle that occurred in my life several years ago. After the meeting, one young believer confronted me and said that normally they would dismiss such a claim, but when they heard me speaking with an anointing and conviction, they confessed that they would have to open their mind to such things being real and possible. I was glad I made the effort to be there. When I got back home, I told April what had happened and that I was glad I went. I told her, “I bet the car will start tomorrow.”

Thursday    I got up early to deal with the car. I was thinking that if it didn’t start, I would have it towed to the normal repair shop I use. The car started. I wasn’t really surprised, as I had told April I felt it would. I then drove it to the shop, and the place should have been open by then, according to their website, but it wasn’t.

I called another branch of the same company a few miles away. They said the location where I was should be open. I told them it wasn’t and then asked if they were busy. They said they weren’t, so I told them I would head on over. The car started again.

While I was there, I noticed one other customer who had her car there for repair. After an hour or so, A conversation between us was started. I asked her what the strange-looking tattoo on her left hand meant. She said it was to ward off people with negative energy. I asked her if it worked, and she said, “No!” I kind of laughed. Somehow, that led us to a conversation about God.

I was telling her about April, and how she didn’t accept Satan’s substitutes for a husband but rather waited for God, and how three days after she had committed to waiting for him, I contacted her. Then I shared with her that I am older than April, and after I die, she shouldn’t give in to pressure and marry the first person who promises to take care of her. That she is too anointed to marry just anyone. That is when the woman I was talking to started crying. She never said why, but she confessed that she really needed to hear that.

We talked about some other things concerning God. She smiled a lot. Both our cars were finished about the same time, so we said goodbye. On the drive home, I looked up into the heavens through the windshield and said, “You just had to show off today, didn’t you, God.” Then I laughed. I realized that the entire week’s events were orchestrated by God. I love being used by him to help minister to people in this world.

Friday    Today, we had to get April’s state ID card. We weren’t sure if all of our paperwork was complete in order for her to get her card. We both prayed and submitted our concerns to God. We got up early and were the first ones in the door. God led us to a really sweet lady processor who looked things over and then processed her papers. She got her ID card.

I say all the time, God really does love us and cares about what we care about. The best response is to accept Him and love Him back. Then trust Him as we walk with Him through life.

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