Now y'all read all the way down! #1 you'll get a good laugh and #2 there's a #GIVEAWAY at the end! YOUR CHOICE of all my books!
For three and a half years, Ron and I went to early morning prayer. There, to start things off, we shared prayer requests and praise reports. I love praising God and giving Him glory!
The day before, I left my
purse with two weeks' pay—in cash—in it on the DART (Dallas Area Rapid Transit)
bus! My six-yr-old had wanted to take all his friends on a bus ride for his
birthday, so in my defense, it was a little hectic with all those first graders, keeping up and everything.
I called the bus offices
and told them where I'd gotten on and off and where I’d been sitting…midway,
left hand side behind the driver. They contacted the man, and within the hour, he circled back
around on his route to the same corner...with my purse! And all the $$ still tucked into my bank envelope! I shared the praise report at church the very next morning. praising God and giving Him all the glory! !
Well,
hardly any time passed--a week to ten days at most--until I left my wallet at the lumber store! I didn't
realize it didn’t get put back in my purse where it belonged until I was at the
mall trying to pay for my next purchases! Mama was with me. I suppose we must
have been visiting away and I absentmindedly left it at the checkout counter.
Oi Vay! We flew back (only a few miles away), and the cashier smiled real big.
She'd saved it for me, figuring I'd be back! I shared THAT at prayer.
This
happened like two or three more times until it was absolutely just ridiculous
and very embarrassing to share anymore! I do have blonde hair, but don’t enjoy
giving credence to the humor rumor that same are ding-a-lings! I had a
conversation with Holy Spirit that fifth or sixth morning, but decided however red-faced,
to give God glory. I just LOVE His sense of humor!
I
must admit as the years passed on, I repeated my ill-intended habit of leaving
my purse here or there. My guardian angels really are forced to stay on their
toes. Most recently, I left it hanging on the waiting bench outside a
restaurant. No, wait. More recently than that, the bank lady chased me to the
car with it...uh, that was last week if I'm remembering correctly! I know. I know.
But
here’s the deal. My Father watches over me and everything that concerns me. If
he cares about me keeping my purse safe, then I know beyond any shadow of a
doubt, He will keep my loved ones safe, provide every need in my life, and
watch over every detail, every day of my life. I know how much He loves me
because He’s always thinking of me.
I’d
like to share a new song that He gave me titled "I Will Trust In You". Close your eyes and listen to it
(that way you can’t see me J) and memorize
it and sing it until you know it’s the Truth—because He is not a respecter of
persons and loves you just as much as He loves me.
His love is not earned or
deserved by anything we do…whether we’re obedient or willing to be embarrassed
or choose to glorify Him. He
loves us because of Who He is.
Want to give Him a little glory? Please share the last thing He did for you to prove His love! From those who share, a winner will be randomly chosen and win her (or his) choice of my novels!
Bio: Caryl McAdoo loves God,
and currently writes four series: the historical Christian ‘Texas Romance’ a
family saga; a contemporary ‘Red River Romance’; The Generations, her Biblical
fiction, and the newest Days of Dread Trilogy for mid-grade readers. Known as
the “Singing Pray-er”, she loves praising with new songs the Lord gives her and
prays her story gives God glory! In 2008, she and high school
sweetheart-husband Ron moved from the DFW area—home for fifty-plus years—to the
woods of Red River County. Caryl counts four children and sixteen grandsugars
life’s biggest blessings, believing all good things come from the Lord. Besides
glorifying Him, she hopes each title also ministers His love, mercy, and grace
to its readers. The McAdoos live in Clarksville, the county seat, in the far
northeast corner of the Lone Star State with two grandsons.
