It’s Gonna Be OK

It was a crazy day filled with delays…not bad delays but delays all the same.

It was 4:15pm. I had to get to the bank because my old debit card had expired, making it impossible for me to pay for anything in-store or online. I needed to know I could pay for things when I needed to! My bank closed at 4:30pm. I could’ve made it with ease except for one thing…I was notified via text that the last CHRISTmas gift I’d ordered for my Little Blessing had finally been delivered…at a place that also closed at 4:30pm! It’s on the way to the bank. I can do this!

I arrived at the pickup location only to find they had no idea what I was talking about and could find no indication I had anything to pick up that had been delivered for me. (tick tock tick tock) I showed her my email, my text, and my order as proof that I’d ordered and paid for the order, and that the order said it was delivered. She took my phone, went through page after page, then finally found (somewhere!) that it had been delivered to my post office box. Although I was screaming and frustrated in my head, I remained (somewhat) calm on the outside, nicely thanked her for clearing up the confusion, apologized for taking her time, and jetted out of there! It’s now 4:24pm. I can do this!

As I pull my vehicle out onto the road, I am praying that I can make it, telling myself I shouldn’t have stopped, and questioning why I’d even stopped and why I hadn’t been able to find that it had been delivered to the post office. I tell myself it’s ok and that God knows, and then ask again that He somehow enable me to make it to the bank before they close.

It’s now 4:27pm as I pass where my husband works. He calls and asks what I’m doing. When I tell him I’m hoping to get to the bank before it closes, he tells me that’s impossible, and that I should’ve gone in the morning. I tried to explain why I couldn’t have gone in the morning, and he tells me I’m never going to make it in time. I tell him shhh and try not to have my optimism dampened.

Entering town, I hit every…single…red light. When I got to the last light, right next to my bank, with destination in sight, I had to wait for a big semi to correct itself.  It’s now 4:30pm. While waiting for the truck to right itself, filled with hope beyond reason, I called the bank call center and asked to be transferred to the local branch. When I was connected, I had just pulled into the parking lot. I explained the situation and, to my relieved surprise, the teller told me they could either unlock the doors for me to come inside (even though they’d already closed the lobby), or I could go through the drive through and they could do it for me there. (I love TN folk!)

I pull into the drive through and explain to the (different) teller. She says “Sure thing!”, and printed my new debit card without any fuss!…just as nice as could be. If her speaker was on while she was printing my card, she probably thought I was a little on the crazy hyper dramatic side as I gleefully and rapidly said, “Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Jesus!” I then turned on my radio just to hear it’s first lyrics say, “It’s gonna be ok. It’s gonna be ok. It’s gonna be ok.” Did you notice? I thanked Jesus three times, and the lyrics reassured me three times. Some would count that as “synchronicity” or “coincidence”, but the timing, the number of times equaling the number of times, the words. No. I believe it was God using a Christian song to reassure His daughter.

God is good. He hears our faintest cry. He shares our greatest joys. He feels our pains and sorrows. And He even hears the frantic prayer from His daughter who needed her new debit card.

He sees you. He knows you. He loves you. Nothing is too small to bring to God. He cares about it all.

“So take great care for yourselves that you love the Lord your God.” – Joshua 23:11

“Therefore humble yourselves under the might hand of God, so that He may exalt you at the proper time, having cast all your anxiety of him, because He cares about you.” – 1 Peter 5:6-7