Reasons to Praise God

The very day I resigned from my job, my husband took our Camry in to the dealership (against my wishes, because I think they charge outrageous amounts) because the "check engine" light was on. I also thought I heard some squealing that was most likely a loose/old belt. Well, come to find out, the car needed a new CATALYTIC CONVERTER. Now, I do not know what one of those is. I won't even pretend to know. And the car had JUST turned 5 years old, and had 80,200 miles on it. We were 200 miles over the warranty. And guess what? They honored the warranty. How much did we have to pay for new fancy-car-part? Nada. Zip. Zilch. Praise God!

Later in the week last week, I got a letter from the Cabinet about needing to renew our contract for our adoption subsidy for Cookie. No problem there. There was paperwork to fill out and we have to attach last year's tax information. Then there was the cover letter I almost failed to read had it not been for the bold faced type in paragraph two that read as follows: We are also pleased to inform you that the per diem rate of the adoption subsidy has been raised by three dollars a day. Come again? I took a second and third look. My mouth hung open in shock. Michael sat across from me in the livingroom - and my friend Megan sat next to me. I handed her the letter saying "you won't believe me if I read it to you - you have to see for yourself". SHE then had to hand it to Michael to read for himself. Then HE sat there and his jaw dropped. "That's an extra $90 a month!", he proclaimed. "Yup. Thank You Jesus!", I proclaimed.

I quit my job. It's what I was supposed to do. And God has found many, many ways of reminding me that He's got our backs.

Here's what Cookie thinks of all this: