I saw the hand of God

     It's frequent that I get frustrated with my life, and forget that God has a plan for me, and no matter what happens, I'm following that plan.  The hurts (both physical and emotional) are meant to do something, to teach me something.  But this morning, I SAW God's hand reach out and touch my life.  In a good way, of course.  I was really ticked off Sunday.  I was finally back on schedule (for me) as I had woken up about two o'clock.  I was following the score on the those who shall not be named game, and doing emails.  Then, at six thirty, the Giants game was on.  I watched the first hour, but I was so tired, I couldn't stay up.  I finally went to bed at about seven thirty thinking I would take a nap.  I slept until five AM the next day.  I was peeved, but figured, okay, sometimes it works out that way.  I was up in the morning, which I hate.  Then, this morning, I was up at seven.  I didn't get to sleep until after midnight, so I'm not happy about being up so early.  And then, I saw how God had touched my life.  (Some background, really quick.  I have a subsidy for my rent.  They figure up my income, and my utitlites.  Then, they figure out one third of my total income.  That's what I pay.  Anything above and beyond that, my subsidy company pays.  This means I pay more than they do, but they kick in the rest.  Otherwise, I could never afford to live on my own.)  At a couple of minutes before ten, there's a knock on my door.  And I'm wondering who it could be.  I look through the peephole, and it's Andre!!!  Andre is the subsidy company's inspector.  He makes sure the water runs, the toilet flushes, and the burners work.  (Oh, and he always checks the smoke detector too.)  If I hadn't had to go to sleep like that on Sunday, I would NEVER have been up!!!  Thank God for small favors.