For the first time tonight, I attended Wednesday service at Church. I didn’t plan on going.
I had a dinner date with an old friend. I figured since I was already out of my house, I could swing by the Lord’s house.
Then I realized I left my Bible at home. I know me. If I went to pick up my Bible for Church, I wouldn’t have gone at all. Because #homebody
Plus I get nervous doing new things. Nerves are great at convincing us to avoid new situations.
On my way home, I felt calm and relaxed. Like I could go and be okay.
So I went to Church.
Not one minute into the service, a person in the pew behind me gently tapped my shoulder. She gave me a smile and a Bible.
And I knew it was God’s provision. His way of telling me I can trust Him to provide.
P.S: The Pastor preached on faith in action and not using vulgarity. If you’ll excuse me, I got a lot of blog edits to make. Damn.