MtR: right place, right time

This week I was privy to seeing God work behind the scenes and placing me at the right place at the right time in order to help two people out of a jam.
In a conversation among friends, a young man's job situation was discussed and I heard him say that he was looking for something else during the summer.
A few days later, I heard my husband say that we needed to bring on an extra man for the warehouse/yard work during the summer months.
Phone calls made. Our extra man started the following day.
God is good at providing what we need when we need it. It was exciting to be used by God to throw around a name when it could benefit two parties at the same time.
That's how my God rolls!

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