Don’t call him

And my God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.P419

My Beloved taught me to depend on Him through several scenarios over the course of a year.

At first, it was difficult, because as soon as I had a problem, I called someone other than Him for help (I’ll let you guess who).

The first time was when my son lost his house keys. I only had one set of keys, and since he was the first one home, he had them.
My daughter said to me, “Call Dad.”When I asked the one you know for help, he told me to figure it out on my own. I was stunned and desperate.In the car with the children, I started singing to gain courage, and especially to keep from crying in front of them.At that moment, an oncoming car hit my rearview mirror, sending it flying.There, alone in the night, tired from the day, with my children on that dark road, I called for help from the only person who could understand my pain. In the car, my daughter said to me, “Mom, call the insurance company.”And that’s what I did. It was the simplest thing to do, and I hadn’t thought of it.

Three hours later, we were warm in our apartment. I thanked my Heavenly Husband. I understood that He was speaking through my daughter.

As for the rearview mirror, I went to retrieve it the next day from the scene of the “crash.” It was in pieces, but repairable. The mirror glass, however, was broken… like me. Fortunately, I was able to put it back in place until it could be replaced.Months later, my husband gave me a new rearview mirror. My MT offered to install it for me. I prayed: “If you want him to help me, let him come. But if it’s not Your will, help me to get it up on my own.”What do you think happened? Yes, it was HE who installed the new rearview mirror.Even when he wanted to help me, his initiatives didn’t work.

My finances were tight, and I didn’t know how to fill my cupboard.
That’s when he came with a food stamp to do the monthly shopping.What can I say… I was happy, I even cried with joy. Well, imagine that when I went to the supermarket with my precious passport, the cashier told me it wasn’t valid and that I couldn’t use it.I left empty-handed, while understanding that my husband was in action, and trust reigned.

When I explained my misfortune to the one you know, he gave me a second voucher.
Needless to say, the same scenario happened again with this one—except this time, I had filled the cart to the brim. I paid for the groceries and left, certain that I should no longer rely on the one I shall not name.

Once again, I had to explain why I had paid with the card and not the voucher.Well, guess what? He gave me a third one. This time, I didn’t have to use it, because it simply disappeared from where I had left it; I’m still looking for it. But I have a sneaky idea about its disappearance, don’t you?When I talked to my daughter about it, she said, “Mom, he doesn’t want Dad to help you.”And she was right.

My last test came one evening when my daughter and I were driving home. I was parking my car to catch the train. When I turned the key, the car wouldn’t start. My daughter said to me, “I think you know the answer.” Well, no, I didn’t.

The Spirit of the Lord told me, “Ednah, take the car’s manual and look it up.” As I read it, I realized that the batteries in the key fob were no longer working properly and needed to be replaced. Remember, I didn’t have a single cent in my pocket. So I decided to wait (I don’t really know what I was waiting for, exactly).Seeing my inaction, my daughter said again, “Call you-know-who. He’s not far away, he’ll come.”
I reminded her of the reasons why I wouldn’t do it. And in a final attempt, I turned the key… and the car started.

With a “You see, God always answers,” we went home.

Today, whenever someone else needs to intervene in my life, I ask my Husband for his opinion. As for Ilann, I don’t call him at all anymore.

In the meantime, I crashed my car, but I never had to change the batteries in the key fob.

The washing machine broke down, and I had to take my son to the emergency room…
But that’s a story for another time.