So we did the normal, filling out fraud claims, getting them notarized and began to wait to get our money back. They told us that our money would be in our account less than 48 hours after the claim was filed and low and behold, it's now been two weeks and we have yet to see our money show up in our account. Countless calls to the bank, talking to managers, senior assistants, and whoever else we could talk to has given us nothing. Everyone has a different answer. Everyone claims, "It'll be there after midnight tonight." Uh huh. Try again, people!
On top of that, my husband's work is having issues with their bank and have been "unable to process payroll." Really? REALLY? Oh heaven help me. This company is based in India, although they use Bank of America to pay their American workers. Well, if you've ever had Bank of America, you might have had bad experiences with them. We did. We changed banks and ended up with about the same bad customer service and fraud issues.
So you know, bills are due, we need toilet paper, you know, the most minute of things. Thank goodness I got my school refund this month. But my heart has still been racing, beating fast, tempers on edge and been just plain stressed.
All day today, and last night, and the night before...well, how about every single time something crazy happens, I pray. I've prayed and prayed and prayed. "Lord, I'm giving this to You. You know how stressed I am and how I don't know what to do. You know the very number of hairs on my head and you know that we need the paycheck to come through and for the money we lost to fraud to get back in our bank account. Please take this burden from me and give me peace. Amen." Yep. I prayed that over and over, plus a lot more. I would always end the prayer with asking Him to take the burden from me and to give me peace. And He was faithful as He always is, to give me peace. But what happens next? I'll go about my day and low and behold, every. single. time, after about 10 minutes of blissful peace, I get the heart palpations and the panic attacks ensue as I grab that burden back from Him and try to deal with it myself. FAIL! Then I ask myself, "Why do I keep taking this darn thing back when He so willingly gives me peace? I know... I KNOW He cares about me and I know He will help us through this."
You know what? I'm human. I'm and India giver. I give my problems to God and then promptly take it back. God must laugh at me and think I'm crazy. Why, oh why do I do this?
Humans have a natural tendency to want control. We want to know our future. We want to hold on to everything and make sure everything goes just so. But life is messy. Life throws curveballs at us all the time. I think it's God's way of keeping us on our toes and depending on Him. It is His way of training us to trust Him no matter what. You know what is funny though, about all this? This isn't the first time this kind of thing has happened to us. We've gone through worse! But do you know what? Everything is fine. God always, always, ALWAYS came through on time. Never early, never late. On time. He is an on time God. And His "on time" isn't always what we consider "on time" and that leads us to just trust His plan. Do you love Him? Well then, everything will work together for good. He says so. He says that all those who love Him and are called to His purpose will have everything work out for good. So whatever is getting you down today, give it to Him...and let Him keep it! He will take care of you. He will guide your steps and He will never, ever, EVER let you down! *preaching at myself here!*
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