I'm pretty sure this is what he was talking about:

Wednesday night all was quiet around our house. I was working on a drawing; Bob was on his laptop. We were just chilling after the madness of getting the kids to bed after a long day.

At 10:30 the silence was disrupted by someone knocking on our door. We have been the victim of neighborhood pranksters lately, so we jumped up with hearts pounding, mad and frustrated that the kids were at it again.

But we were in for a real surprise.

The porch light revealed two strangers at our front door. And boxes of groceries at their feet.

With little money in our account and bills piling up, groceries never looked so good. Or so literally heaven sent.

Just like the first time this happened, right after Bob first lost his job, we have no idea who did this. And, I'll be honest, that drives me nuts. I can't help but look for clues. Where it was bought, at what time, what I said to whom, who knows our needs and that a box of dinosaur cookies would make Matthew's face light up.

We have guesses. But that's all they are. Just guesses. Because I suppose that's how they wanted it. And, the cool thing is, there are so many possibilities. So many wonderful people in our life that would do something wonderful like that.

So anyway you look at it, we are blessed. I wish I could say thank you. So: THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Whoever you are.

When Bob first lost his job, our friend Erik encouraged us to enjoy the ride as we watch God provide in amazing and unexpected ways in the coming months.


I'm pretty sure this is what he was talking about.