I had a hard day yesterday, a lot of spiritual attack and logistical meetings for all those previously mentioned balls I’m juggling. Nothing overtly bad happened, I think just the weight of things was a bit heavier than usual.

I spent much of it just tired. Exhausted. Near tears from wanting desperately to run and hide somewhere- to give up all my obligations and anything ‘hard’, max out the credit card and take myself to a secluded beach somewhere. Anywhere far from the discomfort of our life currently. I know many people have felt the same way. No- I’m not starving or homeless- I have MUCH to be thankful for. But hardship comes to every skin-tone, every tax bracket, every age… because it’s <kind of> a result of this human thing we call life. So I refuse to feel bad about feeling bad.

But let me tell you about this God I have too. He’s the God of both the miraculous and the minutia. As you all know He’s clearly still in the miracle-making business as He’s shown <several> times over the last five weeks…. He’s also, it turns out, in the cookie dough business.

Yesterday afternoon, like 20 minutes after my juggling post was posted, a precious couple from church stopped by to ask if they “could help take a ball of two off my juggling act”. Tears stung my eyes after they left for their kindness to drop everything and come to my aid. Unfortunately none of my balls are easily transferred, I told them I’d give any up any of them if I could, but there are none that needed immediate help. However the very thought to help carry my load was dear to me. God brought me cookie dough through them.

Later I got to go to my monthly Heart to Heart ladies group and be fed (a warm, hot, adult-type meal!), poured into, prayed for, and encouraged. God brought to my attention during the Bible study 2 Corinthians 4- which is not the first time this passage has come across my path this season.

“We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed. Through suffering, our bodies continue to share in the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be seen in our bodies.

But we continue to preach because we have the same kind of faith the psalmist had when he said, “I believed in God, so I spoke.”

All of this is for your benefit. And as God’s grace reaches more and more people, there will be great thanksgiving, and God will receive more and more glory. That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.” 2 Corinthians‬ ‭4:8-10, 13, 15-18‬ ‭NLT‬‬

And once again I got some cookie dough from God. I left encouraged and filled enough for another day.

Then, this morning started early with a knock on my front door and a dear friend and neighbor handing me a small package. She hugged me and left hurriedly. And once again God brought me cookie dough-

…except in this case it WAS, ACTUAL, cookie dough.

What a thing to be the daughter of a Dad who works in miracles but also knows when His child just needs some cookie dough!