I checked my email before heading out for church last Sunday morning. It’s like a nervous tic with me; I have a hard time walking by the computer without hitting the gmail button.
Amidst the groupons, ebates, and helpful tips from Martha Stewart in my inbox was an etsy convo. I opened a shop on etsy a couple months ago…what, you would like to visit it? Just click through any of the items in my etsy mini on the right.
A potential customer wanted to know if I could put monograms on fifteen insulated tumblers. I was super-excited. Fifteen! I’ve never had that big of an order, and I was excited!
BUT it was Sunday, and I had already made up my mind not to work on Sunday. So I didn’t respond to her email, and hoped she’d still be interested in placing an order when I got in touch with her on Monday.
Monday morning after I took the kids to school, I drove to three different stores, gathering up the supplies I would need to fill her order. I was home by 9:30 a.m., and I messaged her back to say I could set up a custom listing for her. She wrote back to say she really liked my work, but she had decided to go with someone else.
wasn’t totally surprised, but bummed none the less. Why did that email have to come on Sunday? Should I have gone ahead and written her back?
ath practices are that God-honoring anyway. I’m pretty sure that applying vinyl to plastic cups does not come under the “works of mercy and necessity” exclusion clause.
Well, God had a little something up his sleeve, because on Tuesday, I received another etsy convo. This one was for the same tumbler, but this customer wanted seventeen! I guess it could have been a coincidence, but it was a remarkable one. I believe that God was telling me in a crystal clear sort of way not to worry about sales lost in Sabbath observance.
It was a little thing really. But it meant so much,
that God cares about little things that mean something to me..because He cares about me.