Buying Vowels

I have a friend who recently made a humorous quip about hating when contestants on Wheel of Fortune buy vowels right before they solve the puzzle.  They are just throwing away money! she ranted.

I wonder if I would buy the vowels, just to know for sure it would all work out.  Pay for the guarantee.  God has a different economy for our lives, though.  He turns the letters as we need to know them. He leaves some blanks.  He occasionally gives us $1000 spins, where we must make a choice that is pivotal in our journey.  

Today, a $1000 letter was turned for me.  My daughter wandered over to me in the den, looking  a little sheepish.  "What's up?" I asked.

"I'm nervous to say this," she offered, wringing her hands.

"Just say it," I smiled, wondering what was going on.

Then the tears started and she became choked with emotion.  "I want to be baptized."  I felt my own heart rise to my throat and tears leak from my eyes, and in my mind, I jumped up and down and clapped while Pat Sajak gave a sideways grin at the camera and Vanna swished her pretty dress.

I wasn't expecting this.  We hadn't talked about baptism in ages.  It was clearly God's work, not mine, which is how I'd always prayed it would be.  

A feeling washed over me, like the gratification of solving the puzzle.  Like winning the jackpot.    

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap the harvest if we do not give up.  -Galations 6:9