I Found God in the Recycling Bin

I Found God in the Recycling Bin

I Found God in the Recycling Bin

It was a small thing, really.

A friend had asked us to join her for lunch and an outing with the kids, but on my newfound quest to save money and stay home with my brood, I just didn’t have the extra cash to go.

I struggled with the decision to decline her offer.

I’m working so hard to save money, God, I prayed. But this seems like a good thing—fellowship and fun for the kids. Should I just go?

My heart heavy, I loaded up the kids to run some errands around town. At our first stop, the local recycling center, I hoisted the giant tub of papers and magazines out of my car and stooped to gather up armfuls to place in the receptacle.

As I fought the boisterous wind and papers flying around the parking lot, I hurried to finish the task, chucking armful after armful of papers in. About halfway through, I straightened and noticed an envelope on top of the pile, positioned as if someone had placed it thoughtfully just so.

On a whim, I opened the envelope, a mere one out of hundreds in the bin, and found, much to my surprise, a check for $66, made out almost three months ago.

I stared at the check.

I glanced over at my three children, buckled safely in their car seats, watching me expectantly.

I scanned the parking lot, now empty, save for the stray newspaper inserts that had escaped my grasp and now flew merrily about in the blustery fall wind.

And I felt tears prick my eyes.

So often, I am doubtful of God’s working in my life. It seems everywhere I turn, I hear about families’ struggles with cancer, children abused and neglected, tragedies and natural disasters destroying life built up.

And I cringe. I want to hide my life—my small, little life filled with children and the library and cooking dinner with a baby on my hip—and the struggles that pale in comparison.
How can God possibly care about me? About my life?

I feel guilty, ashamed for asking for such a small thing as visiting with a friend on a sunny fall day.

And yet—

God is there.

Providing blessings, both big and small, in the most unexpected of places.

Copyright 2013 Chaunie Brusie


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1 Comment

  1. Beautiful! God is so faithful!
    I have often had the experience of God providing for my family. With five growing children I thank God for every trash bag full of hand-me-downs we find on our doorstep – often containing just what was needed at the time. And then it’s time to pass on something that might help another family. God is so good:)

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