From Whom Do All Blessings Flow?

The tax man cometh—again! I received a notice from the IRS a week or so ago, telling me that I owed many more hundreds of dollars on my taxes from two years ago. Off I went with all my paperwork to the tax preparer. He looked at the papers, and was puzzled. He then spent almost an hour on the phone with the IRS office, most of that time "on hold."

While we were waiting, a handyman came in who was lamenting his experience with the scrap metal dealers. "He worked the scale with his foot, I know he did!" he insisted. "But then they paid me twenty-five cents a pound instead of ten for half a ton, so I know that's karma working." (Not a good understanding of the term, but that's what he said; I guess he had to attribute his good fortune to something!)

Back to my taxes: A special worksheet is used for figuring part of my income, so there is a "discrepancy" between what I report and what is reported by the payer. When the tax man had finished talking to the agent and had faxed all the documentation (again!), everything was satisfactory with my return and I do not owe more money—plus interest and a penalty. Our first reaction was thankfulness: "Thank you so much, ma'am; God bless you!" to the agent, and "Praise God!" to the Lord. From Him—not from some force out there determining what I deserve by how I behaved in a previous existence!

MaryMartha

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