I have had to just lie down on the floor twice this week already.
I am a funny kind of Christian. I pretty much see God in every little thing that happens. Really, it is a major precept in my faith. There is a lot of debate in intellectual circles about the role God plays in daily events in a single life. My logic says not, but my EXPERIENCE says otherwise. So I live in expectation of drama, the result of God’s hand in everything. Sometimes I am disappointed. I expect, I believe, and then it doesn’t happen.
You can trust me when I say that this little quirk of mine has led me down some interesting rabbit trails and cost me emotionally and financially.
Other times God’s hand is clear and presents in dramatic ways. I’ve experienced enough of the drama to know God will show up, even when I don’t get to see it with my human eyes.
All that aside, the last several months are beyond the pale. God showing up in this strange, scary time.
I had a job interview this past week. It is for a job that I would like very much to have. It takes me back to my home base, it is financially logical, and I know and like the city itself, based on previous interactions. The pressure of the desire to win this one, the pressure of too much negative information assailing me from all directions, the exhaustion from interviewing and interviewing, declining and being declined, was building. Over arching all of that was the growing realization of just how hard it might be to get a job in this economy. By the time I made my hotel room I was overwhelmed. I felt like I would go into the interview the next morning unable to speak and unable to remember why I would make a great City Manager.
I had to lie on the floor and call out to God.
When I made it to bed I suddenly had such a flow of ideas and thoughts I had to write them all down. I filled page after page of a small notebook I carry, and decided that I would take that notebook into the interview and make sure I covered it all. Then there was such peace. I slept like a baby.
The next day I had what was easily, from my perspective, the best interview of my career. It was as good as it gets for me, win or lose. There is no doubt I was carried on God’s grace. I don’t know the outcome on that job yet, but my personal outcome was profound.
I later walked through my rent house in preparation for possibly moving back. It is evident I will have to spend some money to return it to its pre-rental condition. Over the next three days I became overwhelmed by the cost of the repairs and replacements, transitioning, two mortgages, and my usual monthly obligations, just as I am running out of money. I also realized I would have to spend money on that house whether or not I am moving back. Again, it was too much. I panicked.
I had to lie on the floor and call out to God.
That was this morning.
Today I decided to be productive so I did my taxes. I thought I would at least see what I could count on from a possible return. I had sold my sister’s house at a loss and expended considerable funds in the process, but I just wasn’t sure what that would really net.
Well, it netted a refund FOUR TIMES my greatest expectation and hope.
It netted provision for months to come if I should happen NOT to get this job.
If I do get this job, it netted the funds I need to transition and fix my beautiful little cottage home. That miraculous, but very stressful and expensive overnight sale of my sister’s house two months ago turns out to be a far greater miracle than I first realized. Funny, God realized. Don’t try to tell me He isn’t involved in the minutia of daily life.
It is supernatural.


