I have had a lot of projects running through my head. Many are the kind of project where you say, “what if we did this?” and someone else says, “that would be great!” and you say, “let’s do it!” and suddenly, you have agreed to a project that will be cool and will consume many cycles of brain.

Of course, juggling such projects takes self-discipline and focus and clarity of thought. Those are three things I often lack. As a result, it came as no surprise that at 4:30 pm, I was feeling adrift.

What did come as a surprise is that at 9:00 pm, I had made significant progress on several of those projects, that I had a couple good conversations, that I felt much freer than I had five hours earlier.

I have no question that God was helping on one project in particular. I needed pictures of several people to finish a video project. I knew I would have to take two of them Sunday morning. The rest? I didn’t know.

As I walked through the hallways of the church, most of the women I needed pictures of walked right past me. At 8:45, one of the two Sunday women walked into my office. I had seen the other at 8:30 pm.

The video will be completed on Thursday rather than Sunday, 3 days early rather than 30 minutes.

Here’s my dilemma: I don’t remember asking for help, and yet it is very clear to me that this was an evening of grace.

I do, now that I stop and think, clearly remember almost sending a text to Nancy saying, “please pray for me right now.” I do remember thinking, “You can ask for yourself.” I don’t remember asking God to help me. I do remember consistently thinking, “just finish this.”

God heard.