Let me explain.
As you know if you read my blog regularly, (and if you don't, you should start. It is chock full of advice, optimism, God, and even on rare occasion, recipes), I walk ALOT every day as part of my cancer fighting regimen. The doctors are convinced that my incredible recovery is due in part to my relentless pursuit of exercise.
So, I was on one of my long morning walks. I am plagued with a small bladder, and often have to route my mileage so it loops back to my house on a regular basis. However, this time I was enjoying the scenery and exploring so much that before I knew it, I was 3 1/2 miles from home...and had to go to the bathroom.
I am NOT above ducking into the woods, but this was a walk through lovely residential areas. No convenient woods presented themselves. And I had an hour walk still to get home. I rounded the corner as these disturbing thoughts piled into my brain. Guess what I saw? Sitting right there on the edge of the residential street, no construction anywhere in sight, was a porta-potty. Unoccupied. No one around to tell me I could or could not use it. So I did.
What are the odds? I have walked that path countless times. Never have I seen a porta-potty there. I had not been considering the potty dilemma at all until about ten seconds before I rounded the corner to see the porta-potty. I had certainly not prayed for a porta-potty. Believe me, I know God has a whole lot more important issues to deal with.
Yet, He saw fit to provide me with a simple, unvoiced, unprayed for, and really rather inconsequential need. I felt inestimably loved. See, if God plops a porta-potty in my path, long before I was desperate for one, His eyes are clearly on me. That is an enormous comfort.
I chuckled as I walked homeward. God shows up in the most unexpected places.