This next month or so will be tight. My credit card bill is high, my bills don’t stop, and though I got a promotion at work (yay!), the raise was less than I could have used (boo). On top of that, I have several upcoming weekends off for weddings and a conference, so my income for those months will probably be less. And my tree needs trimming, and my house needs some work, and they probably need that work soon.
So I’m a bit concerned. My savings aren’t back yet, so I don’t want to dip into them. So when I got a call from a panicked music director whose parish is 40 minutes from home, I got to breathe a little bit more. They pay a little more than my usual churches, and they had two Masses that needed a fill-in on a Sunday I was otherwise off. And those two Masses went pretty well, if you ask me.
No, it won’t pay for everything I need to take care of, of course. But it’s a subtle reminder that when I’m in need, yeah, God will provide. I don’t deserve it, but it’s that much less I have to worry about.
I just need to remind myself of that, over, and over, and over.