“Don’t tell me God don’t write checks”, said the Sears employee to my husband and I (long story).

While I’m not quite sure his logic is in the right place (as far as God literally writing checks), I do know that you can’t tell me God doesn’t care about the little things in our lives.

Case and point: I had a big event to go to, didn’t know what to wear to it and I was using up my last shopping opportunity biting my nails off. So I stop and prayed for God to show me what to wear. It was literally fifteen minutes till the mall closed, and I found it-the perfect outfit. I wore it and a month later saw the same outfit on one of the stores sales ads.

Don’t tell me God’s not ahead of the trends.

Not only is He ahead of them, He created the brain that thinks them up so why not access His thoughts, His ideas as to what you should wear?

It’s like having a father who owns Snickers and never asking him for a candy bar.
Hungry? Why wait! Pray about it!