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Vending Machines and Sleeping Sisters

Soooo. I had a very interesting fight with the vending machine today, lol. I put in a dollar, trying to buy a snickers. Unfortunately, when I selected snickers, the stupid thingy pushed the candy forward, but it got stuck. So I thought I would put another dollar in, and at least get one candy. And if I got lucky, maybe I could get both of them that I paid for.

But the machine froze up after I put the other dollar in, it was so weird. When I selected snickers, it didn’t do anything, and the machine kept switching the price- it said I had no money in there and then $1.75.

I was so frustrated. I had already lost 2 dollars in the machine some weeks ago because the machine stopped working. After that, it would work, and then this happens again. ):

I kept trying to get my change back over and over, and it wouldn’t come out. I just thought I was screwed. I remember saying to myself, “God, help me”. I dunno why. I kinda felt like God wouldn’t waste his time with such a small situation. Right after I asked for help, the next time I clicked the change release thing, two dollars came out.

I was surprised because A.) it wouldn’t release my change and then suddenly, it would, and B.) normally when you pay for something, after you select what you want and it pushes the candy forward, even if it gets stuck, it says you have already spent your money. The machine doesn’t realize whether it was stuck or not. I’m sure this one didn’t, because the thing was so ancient, anyway. xD If anything, one dollar seemed like all I would get.

Right after, I told God thanks a few times. I debated a bunch of times in my head whether this was just a coincidence or not. It sure was funny, it sure made me feel cool. Regardless, it keeps making me think about how God truly does care about everything we do.

He knows every breath we take, every step we take, he cares about all the things we do, all the things we say. He knows what we will say before we say them. He has counted every hair on our head.

I remember one time, my sister was in bed asleep, and I was standing next to the wall. I was just thinking about random stuff, and I remember looking at her, and randomly I thought “get up”, in my head, like I wanted her to get up. It didn’t really mean anything, it was a thought like any other thought.

But right after I thought it, she woke up, got out of bed, stood there and mumbled something that I don’t even think were real words, and then got back in bed and went right back to sleep. How did she wake, mumble something, and then just get back in bed?

I always look at that as God just having a little fun with me. It makes me realize that he truly does know all my thoughts, great in small. Everything I know and feel, he is there looking at it all. Nothing is hidden from the Lord.

He says we are precious, and he wants to take care of us because we are so precious. Like a mother taking care of her wonderful baby.

Psalm 139:1-16 said:

“O LORD, you have searched me
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O LORD.
You hem me in—behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you.”

You are wonderfully and fearfully made. Christ loves you. He knows you. He is close- close enough to touch- even when you don’t realize it. 🙂 Take notice of it. How? Just look around you; sometimes, all it takes are vending machines and sleeping sisters. 🙂