So I got paid yesterday and couldn't for the life of me figure out where all the money went. The ironic humor that it was April 15th was not lost on me.
I paid the bills I could and tried to be grateful for what was left, even though it was not enough. I was too tired to fight it out in my head or with a calculator. I went to bed praying His grace would indeed be sufficient.
What to my wondering eyes should appear today but my check stub (I have direct deposit) and on it is the missing piece - $145 was put, BY ME, into my flex plan for day care. With a V8 smack to my forehead I am grateful to still be hanging onto the edge, as opposed to being thrown over it.
God is good. And flex plans aren't for dummies.
PS, I miss you, all of you out here in the blogosphere. I will try to come up for air more often. Weeks like this makes me feel like I'm held below the water, but dang I'm grateful His mercies are new every morning, Amen? Love, C~