God uses license plates

I heard on a recent radio ministry broadcast that God speaks to us in big and small ways. Sometimes they're blaringly obvious almost audible and other times you wonder if you're making it up in your head (the latter happens to me a lot).

This afternoon on my way to the doctor, I began thinking about my conversation with the pharmacist last week. As he handed me my ovulation-inducing prescription, he said, "Go to Catalina. It's always worked for me." At first, I didn't think too much of it, but then as I got into my car, I started thinking about how the first time we were pregnant it happened while we were on vacation. I decided that there was some wisdom to the pharmacists' words. Anyway back to my drive to the doctor, I began thinking about whether or not we would really go to Catalina. Then I started rationalizing (something I do too much of according to Melvin - who happens to know me best) that we're going to SF and Orlando in October and that a trip to Catalina would be expensive. And then for some reason my eyes shifted right to the truck passing me and his license plate said "Catalinaxxxx." I don't remember the last digits.

I laughed and thanked God for His note to me. It is so awesome to me that He, our BIG GOD, has a direct line to SMALL ME. He knew that I would engage in another crazy conversation with myself and used that truck to send me a message. Catalina it is.