Tuesday, July 24, 2007

The miracle of the toothpaste

Twice a day for the last two weeks, I go to brush my teeth and I think, Sheesh! I gotta go buy some more toothpaste. But there is food in the house so I don't need to go grocery shopping and I have a whole list of things to buy at Boots the Chemist that I don't want to purchase until after payday, so I think, Please God, let there be enough for one more brushing.

And lo, the Lord has HEARD my silent prayer, and each time I squeeze the empty, flat tube I get just enough for a sparkling clean mouth.

Loaves. Fishes. Toothpaste.

He is a generous God.

6 comments:

Ben-Bob said...

Maybe the next time you squeeze you'll get wine.

Beth said...

I keep my travel case packed at all times, so I usually have a couple of travel-sized tubes on hand during those squeeze-until-you-can't-squeeze times. Takes the fun out of living on the edge, though.

kirelimel said...

Too bad you wasted your answered prayer on toothpaste instead of a never ending wallet.

Bubs said...

God values good hygiene. Amen.

Thymm Symmz said...

I had the same experience with my toilet paper...

Writeprocrastinator said...

As long as you don't have to hammer or mortar & pestle the tube...