I checked my email before heading out for church last Sunday morning. It's like a nervous tic with me; I have a hard time walking by the computer without hitting the gmail button.
Amidst the groupons, ebates, and helpful tips from Martha Stewart in my inbox was an etsy convo. I opened a shop on etsy a couple months ago...what, you would like to visit it? Just click through any of the items in my etsy mini on the right.
A potential customer wanted to know if I could put monograms on fifteen insulated tumblers. I was super-excited. Fifteen! I've never had that big of an order, and I was excited!
BUT it was Sunday, and I had already made up my mind not to work on Sunday. So I didn't respond to her email, and hoped she'd still be interested in placing an order when I got in touch with her on Monday.
Monday morning after I took the kids to school, I drove to three different stores, gathering up the supplies I would need to fill her order. I was home by 9:30 a.m., and I messaged her back to say I could set up a custom listing for her. She wrote back to say she really liked my work, but she had decided to go with someone else. I wasn't totally surprised, but bummed none the less. Why did that email have to come on Sunday? Should I have gone ahead and written her back?
I mentally shrugged my shoulders. Oh well, there was nothing I could do about it, and I'm not going to work on Sunday. I already wonder if some of my Sabbath practices are that God-honoring anyway. I'm pretty sure that applying vinyl to plastic cups does not come under the "works of mercy and necessity" exclusion clause.
Well, God had a little something up his sleeve, because on Tuesday, I received another etsy convo. This one was for the same tumbler, but this customer wanted seventeen! I guess it could have been a coincidence, but it was a remarkable one. I believe that God was telling me in a crystal clear sort of way not to worry about sales lost in Sabbath observance.
It was a little thing really. But it meant so much, that God cares about little things that mean something to me..because He cares about me.
1 comment:
Love it!! I recently lost my engagement ring. . . for two days. It was nowhere with my other rings and I had looked everywhere. I never felt panicked, but just prayed that God would tell me where it was. Two days later after already putting on and taking off my rings (minus the engagement ring), I went to put them on again. And as plain as day was my ring sitting in clear sight and OBVIOUSLY put in the exact spot by God Himself!! I knew right away it was Him! I had cleaned out the basket several times and that ring was no where around. And yet God decided to sit it right under my nose. I know that God did that becauase He wanted me to know that He cares about EVERY detail of my life - even my engagement ring. :)
I love when you blog. . . and miss reading them more often. hint, hint. You should right more!!
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