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Today had been an interesting day of sorts. First, the bleak newly formed morning ritual of coaxing myself out of bed at 7 am to meet one of my best friends for coffee. Only to sadly find out that because of my prior days worth of cellular laziness, I kinda refused to plug it in, I had missed the confirming call of this Wednesday morning meeting. My eyes were crusted with sleep and burning for a couple more precious minutes of desired unconsciousness in between the early hour text messages confirming that we would not be meeting.
The day continued on with an encouraging lunch with great friends who offer so much wisdom and support with words and genuine interest in what God is doing in our lives. After lunch I sought only one thing... a nap. I had gotten to sleep so late the night before, to wake up so early, and know that I was going to be praying the really late shift at 24-7.
As soon as my mind received it's precious gift of unconsciousness upon my black couch (if you know me at all, you know that sleeping in any form is something that is not an easily accomplished task), the piercingly annoying sound of the lawn care guys roared up the engines of their ever so convenient LEAF BLOWERS. Right outside my window they pursued leaves that had dug themselves into the bunker of my bushes. These horticultural warriors attacked those leaves with brutal sweeps of mind numbing winds that were thrust from their backpacks of infinite noise! I thought the guy was in my living room going to battle with yard clippings and tree droppings. I should have just invited him to do his work from my couch. There would be no relief this afternoon. As if i was being taunted. "You will not be rested for tonight's prayer. You will not be able to make it through the late hours."
I went to work all was normal.
As I was leaving work, I picked up some trash from the parking lot and a quarter that was on the ground.
I laid down upon my black couch again, waiting patiently to leave for the prayer time at 24-7. It was time. Mere and I pack up in the car, go to start the car. Dead. No juice. Dead battery. So calmly I get the other car... hook it up to try and jump start my car. Nope. Not going to happen. Too weak to get the car started. Ok we will drive the car. Oh look... the tire is flat. Go figure. No problem I will fill it with my portable air pump. Nope not enough battery power to pump the tire. We will just drive to the nearest gas station.
Sweet! No Gas in the car. No Gas stations on the way were open. We find that the Circle K is still open... out of the way. Fill the car. drive up to the air pump.
75 cents to fill up. "hey Mere check the ash trey for change." "Only 50 cents," she responded. "And I didn't bring my wallet," she added. Really? A single quarter is going to keep us from getting to prayer. We were being fought by every possible means on this one, until the Lord had reminded me of his provision. I had a quarter in my pocket that I had found in the parking lot earlier that day. We were not going to be stopped by any circumstance or spirit that would come against us. God knows how to take care of His children. He will provide in the big ways and in the small ways. He will not let you be defeated when he has set up a divine appointment to meet with you.
So today I remember the quarter that I found with the trash.
David Tolentino
The Cinder Project Pastor
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