Try to tell me God does his work in mysterious ways and I will smile and tell you this:
Last night I actually prayed. This has been one tough year on us here and the check account is bone dry. I have two weeks of dire poverty staring at me and wondering how I can get to the first of the month with the little cash I have. (I always have enough for the cats and for a little gas in the Toyota.)
So I prayed.
I got up, punched the coffee maker, fed the cats and turned on the computer. I checked email.
A wonderful lady sent me an email late last night and she and her husband are going to buy two, that's TWO, of my paintings.
Prayers get his ear.
What a Christmas present!