Last week, Phil sent me an email at school (that he debated sending) that I got just before I left to come home. It basically said that someone had applied for the townhouse that we really liked. I tried not to let my emotions get the better of me, but they did. I was immediately ticked and my mood went right down in the dumps. In fact, I pretty much pouted about it the whole way home. I wanted that house.
I trudged up the steps, heavy bag in tow, ready to park it on the couch for the night (after I figured out what to make for dinner, of course), but to my disbelief, there was my sweet husband with a new list of properties to look at. He'd been surfing Craig's List and he was ready to go. He somehow apparently knew I would be disappointed and ready to be irritated all night, and was determined to help change my attitude. So he said, "Come on, let's go."
I'm sure I gave him the look that screamed, "I can't believe you're doing this to me, dragging me out in the cold and rain when I'm ready to be a brat all night in the comfort of my own home!" but I dropped my bag, turned around, and walked back to the car.
I kid you not, we got to the end of the second street over from our apartment, and there, in the big gray cloudy sky, was a rainbow. Phil pointed it out to me, "Look, Babe, a rainbow." But I had already seen it. I knew it was up there for a reason. The reason being to give my pouty little attitude a home makeover. Yes, I asked God for forgiveness right then and there. And I thanked Him for His promises.
Now I know that God doesn't speak audibly to us today like He did way back when, but let me tell you, if that wasn't Him speaking directly to me, then I don't know what was.