Seriously. Not 60 seconds after the post below, I walked upstairs, took my last swig of water as I sighed and set my glass in the sink. I stared out the window thinking what an idiot I was for misplacing my U2 tickets!! My U2 tickets! What were you thinking!!
And then I walked over, thinking it was in vain to check the junk drawer again, since I had already checked it before, but for peace of my mind, I just wanted to check it again before I went to bed.
And there they were.
Right on Top, in the Ticketmaster envelope they had arrived in. I thought back quickly to my posts on my blog that I had just posted. How I thought when that U2 ad popped up on my "View Blog" page, that I looked at it and thought, "This has to be a sign...it just has to be!"
As I took the tickets out of the envelope I started to giggle like a little girl...and I cried. I knew God was there, that he, and whoever prayed for me, had helped me. And then I laughed some more and thought how if God can help with the little stuff, and show himself to me, well then heck, why not the big stuff too? The stuff that seems so overwhelming to me, that I feel so helpless with, like nothing it going to work...He can help.
And all of this, over two small pieces of paper that say I get to get in to Soldier Field, at 7pm on September 12th, Chicago, IL.
Wow.
And then I walked over, thinking it was in vain to check the junk drawer again, since I had already checked it before, but for peace of my mind, I just wanted to check it again before I went to bed.
And there they were.
Right on Top, in the Ticketmaster envelope they had arrived in. I thought back quickly to my posts on my blog that I had just posted. How I thought when that U2 ad popped up on my "View Blog" page, that I looked at it and thought, "This has to be a sign...it just has to be!"
As I took the tickets out of the envelope I started to giggle like a little girl...and I cried. I knew God was there, that he, and whoever prayed for me, had helped me. And then I laughed some more and thought how if God can help with the little stuff, and show himself to me, well then heck, why not the big stuff too? The stuff that seems so overwhelming to me, that I feel so helpless with, like nothing it going to work...He can help.
And all of this, over two small pieces of paper that say I get to get in to Soldier Field, at 7pm on September 12th, Chicago, IL.
Wow.
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