More Than Can Be Numbered

    "Many, O Lord my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to usward:  they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee; if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered." Psalm 40:5

    I love how God has little ways of showing His love for me, little 'I love you's' that never fail to warm my heart. A desire or want may not even be expressed out loud; it may be a tiny little thought that only the heart whispers, yet the answer often comes from the Lord with full force.  It  never ceases to amaze me when God stretches out His hand with a little gift of love set gently on it, handing it to me with a tag that says, "Simply because I love you." "Many, O Lord my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done..."
    We were invited to go on a field trip yesterday, with a group of friends from Heritage, to the Maritime Aquarium in Norwalk. It had been years since we had been there, and I had to battle the fear of what had happened last time, where we all had come down with a horrible stomach virus afterward. It may not even have been the place where we picked it up because those things can be everywhere during this time of year, but that was our association. I armed myself with lots of hand sanitizer and prayed hard that we would be spared any of the nasties that might lurk in a public place. 
    We had decided to meet the others at the aquarium, so we left that morning, a little later than I had wanted, and drove down to Norwalk. I am glad the Lord nudged me to take the directions off the internet because our GPS is a little outdated and the roads had been changed quite a bit in that area. The poor thing sounded like it had gone crazy with its, "Recalculating!" every two seconds, so I simply shut it off. 
    We had arrived in town and had to turn left to get onto the road where the museum was. We sat and sat, the light never changing to the green arrow so we could go. The car in front of us grew impatient so he took a daring move and drove left on a red arrow, making a dash across two lanes of cars that were coming from the opposite direction. I did not know if I should follow suit, and seeing that I am not an aggressive driver I did not want to have to do something drastic. 
    A car pulled up in the left lane next to me and I said optimistically, "Maybe now the light will change because the other car will turn the sensor on." Then I said, "Let's pray that the light will change." I said a quick little prayer out loud and we waited two more seconds and then sure enough, our light turned green! I was so excited for the children to witness such a fast answer to prayer! We drove into the parking garage and began making our way up the floors, not seeing anything open for us to park. I had no idea where the others were and assumed they were in the museum waiting for us to get there. It was on the third floor when one of the children commented, "What if there are no open parking spaces?" 
    "God will take care of us," I replied. "You saw how He turned the light green for us. He will provide a space." It was not five seconds later that we turned the corner and there were our friends, pulling into two parking spaces, and right across from them was another open place just for us. Isn't God good? 
    Even the fact that our car ran well enough for us to take the hour drive down there was a huge blessing. You see, our car is very old - if you calculate car years like you would dog years, our poor van would be about 91 years old. When she was young and spry, she zipped around with lots of energy and gusto, but we also did not have five children (who happen to be as heavy as adults now!) sitting in the back weighing her down. It would have been fine back then, but a 91 year old carrying around that much weight can put a strain on a lady's back. I am extremely thankful for a husband who is so handy when it comes to fixing things (like garage doors!) and knowing what to do with the oils and fluids in the car. He did his thing and made that car work well enough for us to drive safely down and back. I believe God rebukes the devourer and keeps our car running as long as we remain faithful to Him. 
     So, as you go about your day today, look around for the little blessings God drops in your life. He has subtle ways of showing His children His love. He does not always drop them in our laps, but hands them to us in a quiet way, gently reminding us that He is always there and that He loves us so very much. His wonderous works are more than can be numbered! I am so glad He loved me first. Lord bless your day!