It was a long night. A night of sitting on the bed with a teenager who was learning what it means to be comforted. In reality we were comforting each other. His head on my shoulder was comforting me just as much as it was him. We spent an hour talking about how amazing Jesus is and listening to Lecrae.
At midnight, I went out of the room and realized I had misplaced my knock off air-pods. I had never owned any before and decided to try some out before spending money on them for my kids. (A hard sacrifice…I know.) My oldest son did not know I had bought them and I had them in my pocket while sitting with him on his bed. After searching my room and getting frustrated with myself that I had already lost them literally 6 hours after they showed up in the Amazon box, I went back into my sons room to check on him.
I found him laying in his bed with my Bluetooth earbuds in his hand.
He looked at me with wide eyes.
“I was praying and I think Jesus just gave me AirPods?”
I doubled over in laughter. Trying to stifle it since it was the middle of the night. He started laughing too.
“Are they yours?”
I explained to him that they must have fallen out of my pocket while we were sitting together. We both laughed and laughed.
It was a gift. Laughter amidst pain.
Like the unexpected earbuds he found in his hand, God gives good gifts. And He gives them at just the right time.
(Needless to say, I put in a second order with Amazon.)
James 1:17
“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”
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