A means to an end

So, I did this favor for someone a couple weeks back, that went awry. It was innocent enough. I am a public notary. I notarized a document for them. Pretty simple eh?

But, about a week after the document had been inked, I got a phone call. Some woman in California berading me for not stamping my stamp hard enough. Ummm...ok. I am sorry. I guess my bite isn't as bad as my bark. Er...something like that. Anyway, she has been harassing me for a letter of acknowledgment certifying that I had done this. Sheesh. I sent the letter. But she hasn't received it yet and called today with such an attitude, that I think if I was standing in front of her, she would have attacked me physically. Seriously. I was like..."Wow...do you really do business this way?" I penned her another letter and left it for the person I had done the favor for, to begin with, to pick up. I figured it would be faster and at least part of the involved parties would be witness to my coming through.

This person, left me a gift. It was very sweet but not necessary. I certainly don't blame her for this persons hormonal imbalance or whatever her problem is. She left me a little coffee cup filled with cookies and candy. The inscription on the cup said...

Dear God, When it rains, are you sad?

God knows exactly what you need, exactly when you need it. It's because God knows there's a right time for everything, and that some things are sweeter when they're slow in coming.

Funny how He gets messages to you...huh?