I have a hard time thinking about "today" let alone "yesterday". I get that "today" is important... it's something that I always have to work at doing... but "yesterday"? What's the point? Who cares what happened yesterday. Looking back too much can get you into trouble. Biblically... looking back rarely results in good things. Ask Mrs Lot!

God even gives us the gift of prophesy to be able to see into the future. I don't remember the gift of remembering. Even the end of Matthew 6 that tells us to focus on today... is so that we can focus on tomorrow... tomorrow.

It's never about what happened yesterday... thinking about going back... or staying put... or fighting for the stagnant. It's relaxing in the daily provision and letting go of our worries and preparing to do again tomorrow wherever that path leads.

Life's an adventure... not an insurance commercial.

Friends of ours have given us a van! A 94 Astro Van. My dream car (nudge). Woo hoo. There is not enough blog space to tell the whole tale, but I thought after months and months of the, giving the van process, today we were finally going to bring AstroBoy home, but alas, not yet. Rrrrrr. The government and their "rules"!!!!! It will have to wait until Monday.

It's extremely interesting how God's provision can happen. We've been in need of a van for some time now and have been praying for God to provide one since we simply did not have the money to buy one. The way this PARTICULAR story goes, is that friends of ours who knew we were praying for one , decided to just buy it for us... upon God's leading of course.

It wasn't a stranger dropping it off on our doorstep or purchased with money from an anonymous envelope (you know, the kind that every time you're in a financial bind you secretly hope is there when you open your door... come on... you know).
It was the kind of provision that it talks about in Acts where everyone was together and they had everything in common and they sold what they had and gave to each other as they had need. That's what this provision was. Friends meeting the need of friends.

God has always used cars to speak to me and teach me about who He wants me to be. And it's funny, because I really don't care for cars... at all.

When we were first married we had a busted up 89 Cavalier that had bungee cord holding the trunk closed. I used it to commute an hour and a half everyday to college while my child bride worked at Zellers. The good ole days of being married at 21! Without fail, everytime I would not spend enough time with God devotionally, my car would break down. I remember once standing beside this car spouting antifreeze, kicking the tires, yelling at God WHY WHY WHY? He replied... "Do I have your attention?" Doh.

After that, we had a little bit of money so we sunk it into a pretty pink 96 Neon. Every man's dream machine. It was a good car for us... until God told us to give it away. It was not paid off whatsoever, so it cost us not only our only car, but thousands of dollars... just to give our car to an elderly lady in Barrie. She was overjoyed someone would care enough to bless her this way. Meanwhile, I ended loosing my job, we lost a child, and had no vehicle so spent a summer walking around Brantford. We learned how to worship in the hardest of times. It was a season of huge growth.


Then friends of ours moved to Toronto and couldn't keep 2 cars so they gave us a 2 door Cavalier, which blew our family away since we had just given ours away. It was a "what the nuts is going on here?" moment. As our family has physically grown and we'd juuuuusst about grown totally out of this car when it the rad blew up last week. And Monday, we get the van.

Provision always comes:
1) Where you've sown (we sowed 1 car and now reaped 2)
2) Just in time for you to continue to walk on in faith

Cars are just stuff that help you live your life as a minister. Welcome aboard AstroBoy.