There have been so many beautiful things happening in our lives of late.  God’s faithfulness displayed again and again.  I actually just want to revel in the joy of our Thanksgiving week…wishing to relive it over and over…ugh.  Life rushes on, whether we want it to or not.

Anyway, it’s been awhile since I have shared a Memorial Box story.  Many reasons, but we definitely have some-in-the-making-stories, that, Lord willing, I will be able to share one of these days…but for now, here is a simple story…meant to remind us all….that He is {1} always faithful, {2} always involved in our lives and {3} it doesn’t matter how small the whisper – He hears and He cares!

I have been told by bloggy friends, whom I’ve had the privilege of meeting, that they often feel that their stories pale in comparison with the Memorial Box stories that I’ve shared.   I have always assured them that their stories are just as magnificent – because God is the God of the spectacular but they have either  forgotten them or have failed to note that they are, indeed, Memorial Box stories.

So here’s a story, that will, Lord willing, jog your memory so that you, too, can remember how much God loves to provide ‘above and beyond all we could think or ask’.

Back before Autumn’s wedding, we were wondering what we would take Ruby down the aisle in.  At first we reasoned a wagon might be best – as it would be on kind of rough terrain beside Williams Lake.  But they we realized that if we brought one from home, there would not be any room for it in the car – and how in the world would we prop Ruby enough to endure the bumpy ride to the altar?

We finally decided that a stroller would be best.  However, as I thought about it, again, I wondered how we would ever bring our stroller along?  Our van had only enough seats for all of us and Autumn’s bridesmaid Molly, who had flown in to ride with us to Pagosa Springs.  Not to mention a week of ‘stuff’ and all the wedding clothing.  There was no-way-no-how that a stroller would fit as well.

So I began to pray, “Lord would you provide a stroller in Pagosa Springs for the wedding?”  I asked Autumn to ask some of her friends.  There seemed that no one had a stroller around.

We arrived in Pagosa Springs and still did not know where we were going to find a stroller.  The day before the wedding I mentioned it to Vicki.  She made a quick phone call and said, “I have a friend who can loan you her stroller.”  Whew! That was really close, Lord!

Now the thing that I didn’t mention to anyone, well, except for the Lord was this:  “Would you be so gracious as to have the stroller be something that doesn’t clash with Ruby’s dress?  I know it could sound silly, but I know you care about the itsy-bitsy things that are concerning to me too…so would you please?”

Somehow many think that they can only bring “the big stuff” to God to answer.  No sweet friends, He says that He wants us “to cast all our cares upon Him, for He cares for us.”  And yes, I cared about the color of the stroller.

Although I love the color orange, I just couldn’t see Ruby looking all sweet and girly in an orange stroller, right?  Or an Army camo stroller?  And although a black or brown stroller would be great – well her beautiful face would just get lost – ya’ know what I mean?

So imagine my squealing,  giggling and ‘Yippee Jesus”ing”‘ when the borrowed stroller arrived –

Because what was it that was Autumn’s accent color?

You got it!

Hot pink.

Only faithful God.  
He hears.  
He cares.  
He works behind the scenes on our behalf long
 before we even whisper our cares to Him and then, 
in His all-magnificent way – 
and then….
He answers.  


Even the color of a borrowed stroller.

“Cast all your cares upon Him, for He cares for you.”  
I Peter 5:7