Every now and then God slips me a business card just to let me know he's there.
Example: I taught Sunday School to some unruly 6th graders. One gal was sweet and cooperative, she sort of made up for all the others.
I went to a party way on the other end of the metro area. While Ice Skating, I went down and parted one eyebrow, thus was on my way to the ER. I got there and I did not like the doctor who was assigned to work on me. I prayed about it. I told God that I would accept this doctor as I had no choice, but I'd really appreciate it if he could do better. The doctor returned and apologized that he would be required to work on another patient, and would that be okay?
I allowed as it would be fine. In came the new doctor who was everything I could have asked for in terms of warmth and professionalism. Turns out the was the uncle of my favorite Sunday School student.
That, to me, was a Business Card from God.
Best Wishes!
Digger
