I've had a few thoughts swirling around in my head and have hesitated penning them. Sometimes fear is my greatest downfall, yet I have to share a little story that happened yesterday as it totally blessed my heart.

There are many people without jobs these days, my husband included. With that said we have, (its here I fear for my life, yet I have to share this part so you can understand the sweetest blessing I received yesterday) no income whatsoever. I'm not looking for sympathy just sharing a simple fact that is occurring in our lives right now; and yesterday we were planning on taking Victoria to a little friend's birthday party (my they start them young!) I fret and stewed all week over what we were going to take this little guy and yesterday morning finally resolved that we were just going to attend without any gift. How could we justify spending money (which we don't have any of) on a gift. Of course our friends know our situation and they would not have been offended in the least but......its very humbling walking into a party without anything in hand. My son, Brennan, asked me what I had bought for the gift and I told him that I didn't buy anything. We just didn't have the money to purchase anything and he said, "how can you go to a party and not take a gift?" and walked away. Honestly its gets really old constantly telling the kids, "sorry we just don't have the money for that, or we can do that, no money........." and at that point I chose not to answer him either.

A short time later Brennan walks into the kitchen with a bill in his hand, all folded (mind you I had no clue he even had any cash stashed away) and handed it to me and said, (which was stinkin' cute) "here, give this to the kid!" I looked in my hand at the folded up paper and it was a $2 bill. I almost cried right there on the spot. What a perfect gift! You see the little guy whose party we were attending turned 2 yesterday. I was never more touched than by the sacrifice my son made for his sister and to this little guy. I was more than happy to attend without a gift, yet God through His generous love provided a very special one.

It's definitely been the hardest summer of our lives and I am wondering if God still hears our cries and pleas and realize its when we let go He chooses to bless and answer, of course not in the way we think He should but in the way that will benefit us the very most.

**I honestly think Satan was trying his hardest to sabatoge this post because the font is all goofed up and everytime I try and fix it, it only gets worse so I've just left it. Crazy....weird!