I blinked and the weekend is over. Oh, what a weekend it was! We had a booth for HopeSuds at the local festival on Saturday. Which means I remember next to nothing about Friday. I have a vague recollection of some lists, two sets of errands, lots of mixing and bag-filling in the kitchen, and a crisis or three.
Our biggest drama involved a banner for our booth. We thought we had ordered one, but it never came in. We realized this around 7 pm on Friday. Fortunately, some friends who were already planning to come over and help us mix up another batch of detergent had “connections” with a print shop. By just a little after midnight, we had a GIGANTIC sign, logo included, totally free.
Purely Providential, I assure you.
Aubrey, who is the Queen of Craft Fairs, came to help me out at the booth while Andrew manned our Vitafam Brood. His job was tougher, I’m well aware.
Once we arrived at our spot, my job was to obey Aubrey’s every command. She moved, she shuffled, she putzed around… When she was finished, this was our display:
Now here’s the really amazing part: People showed up. We had a steady stream of visitors and buyers. I was amazed at the generosity of others, friends and strangers alike. I know there’s a lot wrong with our world today, but sometimes? People just plain ROCK.
Swallowing around that ginormous lump that’s been in my throat since about noon on Saturday, I heard God saying, “See? I’m writing you a good story. I’m giving your new baby an incredible tale to tell, about the literally hundreds of people who chipped in to bring her home. So that she’ll know, and you’ll know, that I’m the Provider. I’m the Faithful One. And I’m Bigger than any road block you can imagine.”
Now, with that kind of affirmation, who wouldn’t feel the need to run around the cul de sac, Rocky-style, shouting a wild, “Hallelujah!”?
Y’all keep spreading the word, folks. It’s working. She’s getting closer… I can feel it.