Captain Jim Gordon (John Wayne): Any word on that flight yet?
Rangoon Hotel Clerk: Yes sir, it was attacked and fired on… She’s coming in on one wing and a prayer.
Did he say, “one wing”?
Oh, yeah: “and a prayer.” (Helpful added detail.)
I’m learning this. Life throws things at us that can damage the parts. Ostensibly, I should have been long in the junk heap—but for that “helpful added detail”: PRAYER!
Lately we’ve been running on a wing and prayer. But I can tell the prayer is making a difference:
— I prayed for an end to the outlay on these house projects. The loose ends were covered by refunds from surplus materials.
— I’d procrastinated printer ink. It ran out; that night I found some I’d stored.
— I’d also put off getting my big bag of coffee beans. Right before shopping day, David said he preferred the kind I’d improvised with. It’s cheaper, and I think the big bag was going south before we could get through it.
— So far we’re doing just fine without the land line.
— It came up that we can eliminate basic cable. We were only keeping it for Mom. ‘Come to find out, she’s had her own provider for months!
— My husband found out his raise was retroactive. Suh-WEET!
— Autumn is here, which means I can change my wardrobe without spending a cent. Also, my warm outfits were missing; I thought I’d adiosed them. ‘So grateful I wasn’t too proud to stay in pastels a couple of extra weeks. Last night I pulled down a bin I thought was crafting. Voila!
— Since we started minding our P’s and Q’s (Pennies and Quarters?), there seem to be bucks in my purse for weekly coffees: a friend had sneaked some in for gas on our trip; I discovered I’d stashed a 10-spot; and another friend donated for Bible study night coffee. (What’s your problem? I used it for coffee!)
Anyway, you get the idea. We’ve been praying, and it’s surprising how God answers. Hmm. I wonder… Could it be that flying with one wing… just causes us to notice it more??