God Plays Baseball

I have come to determined that God is a pitcher. The kind that sends you surprising pitches when the game looks bleak...in other words, He enjoys throwing curveballs.

That's right, curveballs are my weakest links. I always tend to miss them. I think I'd rather attempt to hit the high ones.

"Hey Kit...lay off the high ones."
"I like the high ones."
"Mule."
"Nag."

A quote from my favorite movie comes to mind as I deal with God's curveballs. Today's curveball came at the most inopportune moment...as I pulled into the Michael's parking lot.

I headed out of my apartment this morning around 9:30 to start doing some job hunting. My goals were to hit up Michael's, Hastings, Mardel's, Barnes and Noble and Target. Of course that didn't work...well, at least I got an application from Michael's.

Anyway, as I pulled into the Michael's parking lot, my horn started going off in random spurts, then the most embarrassing thing happened as I pulled into a parking spot -my horn just kept going. This lasted for about fifteen minutes while I yelled into my phone at my step-dad so he could hear me and tried my hardest to be able to hear him tell me what to do.

Finally, a guy from the RAC next to Michael's came out with a pair of pliars and loosened the bolt of my car battery, thus shutting off my horn yet leaving me without any mode of transportation. Needless to say, I lasted thirty minutes on the phone with my step-dad, trying to figure out what fuse to pull out and where the horn was when I finally gave up and called a tow truck to take my car to Lynch Auto Repair, which Kevin had given me the number to.

So I don't have a car for the rest of today, plus I am spending $50 on the towing and only the Lynch people know how much to get my horn taken care of and my car running again. This means more money going out of my savings account while I have yet to find a way to get money going in.

Last night, I layed in bed and prayed. I don't understand yet why I am here but I know there's a reason God has brought me this far. I am living day to day, learning that God takes care of those He loves yet feeling so adrift because I don't know what's going to happen next. If my being in Waco is a test in learning to trust God, I am not sure whether I'll be able to pass that test.

Please continue praying for me. I need to find a job. I need to make a living somehow while I wait on God. Money isn't going to fall out of the sky even though, technically for me, it has before.

Trust in God...easier said than done.