Brick prayers

The misses and I have been fixing up our house for the past 15 years... I mean, 2 1/2. With the arrival of summer we've been tossing around the idea of doing some work in the yard. We would love to put in a brick patio in the backyard so we can sit like lizards in the sun drinking lemonade and saying things like, "when I was a kid we didn't have sunshine...." The problem was that we didn't want to spend the money on bricks (isn't that often the issue?). We prayed for awhile and searched with no success until out of the blue we get an email from someone in the neighborhood getting rid of a bunch of bricks. Boo-yeah!!!

So, we went over to her house that night with a wheel barrel to pick up the bricks and there were plenty. We were giddy like kids in the candy store. We finished loading up the wheel barrel it was getting pretty dark outside. We rolled the wheel barrel backwards to start heading home when all of a sudden we heard a "ssssssssssssssssssssssssss" sound. That "ssssssssssssssssssssss" sound turned out the be the wheel of our wheel barrel deflating. Not good. Realizing we had to get what we could that night we started jogging back to our place to get the car. We also realized that anyone jogging in non-jogging clothes late at night looks rather suspicious so we changed our strategy to a brisk walk. After getting the car, driving back over to the house, loading up the trunk (and they're still in the trunk), driving home and also walking the deflated wheel barrel home we were happy with our new found bricks.

God had provided us with bricks for free. It might sound like a little thing but for us it was a reminder that God cares for even the little things. Even when I think something seems ridiculously small to pray for I remember that God is God. If anyone can make it happen it's Him. Well, we could have made it happen too but somewhere on a German Village street there would have been a really large pothole.