Never Late

So, for the last week, I've been praying that Jon get paid by friday so that I didn't have to scramble, stress and ask for money to pay our rent.
On Friday afternoon, I was still praying, but starting to worry.

We all get in the car Friday night so Jon can hang out at the guys house while the boys and I are at my job at church and Jon says,
"Oh yeah. Don't wash my jeans yet because there's a check in my pocket."

Oh Glory, Hallejuah, THANK YOU LORD!