A Good Recommendation

I was wandering around Wal-Mart at 11:30 last night, looking for an alarm clock. (They're in the furniture section, by the way.) I was completely worn out, and a bit overwhelmed by the variety, and worried about the rather disparate needs I have in an alarm clock — see, our bed is about six feet in the air, and several previous alarms have met their doom from a lesser height. I needed one with a pleasant sound; Deborah's favorite alarm clock (which she still implies that I broke on purpose) literally made me jump nearly a foot off the bed when it went off. And, I wanted one that I could see in the night if I wanted to, but that wouldn't keep me awake with the glare. I thought a snooze button might be a good idea, too. It was all too much to process. Almost without thinking, I closed my eyes, and said, "God, give me wisdom in picking out an alarm clock. It's important." When I opened my eyes, they were immediately drawn to one clock — it was a weird sensation, like my eyes had handles — and locked onto it. That one? Well, I hadn't wanted to be greedy; it was more than the $5 I'd planned on spending, but not by much. I noted the need for batteries, bought it, and went home. Paul was home when I got there, and started raving about the clock, how he had one just like it, and it was the best one he'd ever had. I just smiled. It was a nice confirmation of what I already knew: God knows what he's doing, and he's taking care of me, even in the dark days of my insane schedule.