God Provides

I believe in God, in a Creator of the Universe who also made me and all people, animals, things, ideas- in short, a God that is in everything because everything comes from God. Having said that, I can remember driving on a Wednesday night a couple of years back, which, in Memphis, means Bike Night on Beale Street. Bikers from all over the Mid-South come down to Beale Street and park their bikes right on Beale (normally, no cars on Beale) and then they hang out and check out each others bikes. I have always wondered about the planning of this event. You get a bunch of bikers and bike owners (there is a difference :) standing around, drinking, socializing and then send them off on their bikes as they drive home. Maybe Bike Night should be held in a church parking lot. Anyway, it was a couple of years ago and I was bound and determined to get a ride that night so I parked on Second Street, right in front of Beale. And I sat and sat and sat... I remember thinking to myself, "This is so ridiculous...I have been driving for a long time... I'm such an experienced driver...I give such a good tour (if I do say so myself.)..." and nothing happened. No rides appeared, no money was made, it was all for naught. These days when I go out to drive, I don't beg God for money, I don't ask for rides. I think it has to do with my AA background, but I ask to accept God's will, no matter what. The hour tour that offers a five dollar tip when I drop them at their $400 a night hotel- I want to accept that as God's will for me, as part of the plan of the Universe for little Karin's life. The "made-my-night" kind of rides, also in God's plan. The hours spent trying to keep my spirits up and sound enthusiastic when a potential ride does wander by, all part of the will of God. Does this perspective really work for me? It does, when, as they say, I work the plan. When I embrace that all I do and all that happens to me as an expression of God, it makes what I see as injustices or just plain unfairness easier to swallow. Last night was no exception. With my husband still recovering from his thoracotomy, leaving me as primary wage earner, I feel the pressure but I try to stay in the present moment and maintain! Last night I only did two rides and there is no way these people knew my situation but the hand of God guided these people and they were more than fair to me. In short, it was another night on the carriage where I felt the Universe's hand extended to me and surrounding me in it's care for me.Driving a carriage and working for commission has given me so much room to grow and change. I am literally grateful not only to have a job these days, but to have a job that offers me that kind of opportunity for metamorphosis! Until later...