My grandnephew has had his Jeep for sale for a week or so, and tonight a couple of different people came to look at it. The second one bought it. He went home to get cash, then caught a ride with a friend to come get it. Buyer and friend's wives came along.
All this is going on while I was watching the on-line blog of the ACFW Awards Ceremony where Fit To Be Tied was up for the Carol Award in the Long Historical category. My book didn't win. But I read, loved, and endorsed the winning novel, Stealing Home by Allison Pittman. Trust me, it deserved to win.
Anyway, my nephew is out front with the buyer of his Jeep and all of a sudden comes into the house and says, "Aunt Robin, you gotta a fan out here who wants to meet you." A fan? In my driveway? Now?
Why can't this happen when my hair looks great and I have makeup on?
And it felt just a little like the Lord said, "Well done."
Don't you love it when He does that? Whether or not you've got makeup on.