In grade school we were all taught that there were 4 seasons, correct? Fall, Winter, Spring, and Summer. I'm not crazy right? We all learned this? So imagine my surprise when I got to the lovely world of adulting and discovered that every one of my teachers lied to me because there are in fact FIVE seasons. (Apparently they lied quite a bit because there aren't 9 planets either... but that's a different subject that I'm still salty about). What is this fifth season you ask? It's tax season, y'all!And if you are a living, breathing adult then you know what I mean when I say it is the most taxing of seasons (pun intended). And also apparently if you're not living and breathing you still know what I mean because I just learned that you STILL have to pay taxes on the year you died... when you're dead! Which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever to me...But I digress. I am not good with numbers. Not because I'm not good at math, I did pretty well in school, but because NUMBERS STRESS ME OUT! When people start throwing numbers and figures and percentages at me, I about lose my everloving mind and honestly, I just stop listening. So it's a great thing that God gave me an accountant for a mother because I would've croaked from stress the first time I had to file. So if you can't tell from that long winded rant... I filed our taxes today. And let me say, it is just like god to use filing our taxes as a way to remind me of his provision for our family.On the drive home from my mom's house after a long and frustrating day of watching our return dwindle with every click of a button, just as I'm in the middle of a pity party for myself, letting all of my suppressed worries bubble to the surface, while I'm crying and asking God why we are living through the season we are living through, God shut all that whining down with one simple question: When have I ever not come through for you? And that answer is: NEVER. We have never not been able to pay for something we needed to pay for and we have never not been able to go somewhere that we have needed to go. When our car was broken, twice, we were able to fix it, when we needed new tires we were able to buy them, when Percy had to spend a week in Dallas for a family emergency, he was able to go. Even in the small things, like when I've especially needed a friend to lean on, and every time Percy and I have needed a new job or housing arrangement, God always comes through. God doesn't always come through the way I think he should. |
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