I learned Little One is coming for the weekend. I usually borrow a friend's "pac n play" (what we used to call "portacribs") when a little one needing a crib visits our house. But now Little One with capital letters is visiting. I began to think about how nice it would be to have our own crib available for her visits. I checked on Craig's list and a few other places. Our finances would not allow a new one, and nothing else either looked good or was affordable.
So on this particular morning, I decided to ask God if He'd help me find one we could afford. I put it out of my mind as, an hour later, I met a friend taking me out for lunch. As we walked towards the eating place, I noticed a child's consignment shop right next door. "How long has this store been here?" I queried.
"Oh at least five years," was the answer. I hadn't noticed it before, even though I'd been in neighboring stores many times! (Oh dear, that's a little embarrassing--guess I didn't have the eye for it before Little One arrived).
My friend suggested we go have a look. Well, right inside the door ... can you guess? A gently used pac n play in wonderful condition––at an affordable price! Right inside the door, I repeat.
And was this cake iced? Yes! The color is ... pink! What an answer, a provision, a love poured forth.
It's been disinfected, scrubbed, aired, and now awaits its little occupant! Sweet dreams, Little One!