Miss Farren- God’s provision for me

It’s been several weeks since I woke up with a song on my mind-on my heart really-and as I listened to the words I was singing (how does this work 🤔) I couldn’t help but smile and bask in the reassurance:

Be not dismayed whate’er betide,

God will take care of you;

Beneath his wings of love abide,

God will take care of you;
God will take care of you;

Through ev’ry day, o’er all the way;

He will take care of you,

God will take care of you.

What a promise!

My needs really aren’t that earthshattering-in fact I wasn’t even sure if they classed as “wants” or “needs” so I chose to rest in God’s provision and wait.

I’m sure you’re aware by this time that I travel for a living and quite often, I have an entire crew of ladies heading off on a grand adventure. One of my worst fears is to be stranded out along the road some dark night. So I’m trying to decipher that fine line between a “well used” vehicle and “piece of junk”.

This summer I’m looking forward to a tour of the West-which also means lots of stress on a vehicle. So anyhow-this was the underlying thoughts behind my ponderings.

Meet Farren Bricula. My dad found her in the Fishwrapper and completely took care of pursuing her, to the point that he and Em even picked her up in my absence.

I answered the phone and watched it all progress in awe. Clearly My Heavenly Father was guiding my earthly Father and everything fell in place.

So whenever I need a reminder that God will provide-just as he has in the past-I can look at the great white whale sitting in the driveway.

Miss Farren (which incidentally means adventourous, the land) Bricula (By Resting In Christs Unfailing Loving Atrributes) Quite the handle, I realize, but I need the reminder.

Let the adventures continue!

With a grateful heart,

Kendra

Bonus Pics:

Last weekend’s travel included visiting the little piece of Maryland that sits between the Potomac River and the Bay. Climbing the adorable lighthouse at Piney Point, and watching the laundry get rained on again and again and again.

And visiting the Ohio Reformatory which was in use from 1886-1990. My gang sang in the chapel where the acoustics where lovely; felt a little defeated as we imagined how the imates must’ve felt looking out from those 2 person cell. The cells reminded me of a ginormous chicken truck. What an experience!