Who Can’t Get No Satisfaction?
O unbelieving and perverse generation . . .
how long shall I stay with you and put up with you?
Luke 9:41
Today started like a fresh page, full of possibilities, nothing penciled in, every reason to give thanks. So I did. I thanked God for allowing me to be at home, to work, to school, to write. Once my son and I finished our lessons, it was my time.
I planned to spend most of the day writing my novel. First, I cleaned out my tote bag and found my business bank statement. Now I routinely ask the Lord for help on this task because the transactions are not easy to trace. I usually have at least three reports going to reconcile my checking account. Involved, but necessary. The Lord sees me through this every month.
Over the last two months, I had some odd transactions that needed extra attention. At the end of my first attempt, I was way off. I don’t like to be off. Not a little off. Not especially way off.
I worked on this for about four hours. It shouldn’t take that long, but each time I came up off by a significant amount. Then I spilled water all over my desk. I guess that’s why these are called “water shed” moments. I felt like shedding a few of my own.
In the throes of my mounting frustration, I remembered my sweet prayer of thanks from the morning.
The ephemeral mayfly beat its wings longer than the thankfulness of my heart.
What a maroon.
Typical of me. I laughed at my foolishness. Then I asked for forgiveness. I know He gave it. I hope He laughed too.
So the next pass on my reconciliation, I was going to finish, no matter. In that run, I found two key transactions I had previously overlooked. And there it was. Satisfaction, from God’s hand, once again.