Friday Bits

,The perennials are wide awake and it couldn't have come at a better time.

Who could fathom blooms so intricate, symmetrical, breathtaking?

Incidentally, here's a conversation I had yesterday:

Calvin - Mommy, what are those flowers called?
Mommy - They are called Lupine.
Calvin - Why are they called Lupine?
Mommy - I have no idea.
Calvin - Uh...maybe because they look like pine cones?

Tell me, why didn't I think of that? Even if it's not true, it sounds pretty good to me.

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, thank you for your many kind words and earnest prayers. We are fine. We are good.

That's not to say that I don't have jittery moments, but all-in-all, we are hopeful. And a little excited.

I have shared with a few friends that my biggest concern is not Cory finding a job, but that we will end up in a position where we have to choose the "best" job. I worry that we will not recognize the right choice.

One friend responded to my concern with these words: "How can a Father with a heart like His allow his son and daughter with hearts like yours to miss the right answer?"

So thank you, friend. I have carried those words around in my pocket, ever since.

Now Tuesday has become Friday.The sun has shone and then hidden itself and the rain pours down and I feel the inescapable truth that being in this position -- the position where my hands are tied and my job description reads only: "Pray. Listen. Wait.", is the very best place to be. How daunting would it be to believe that we had to clear our own path? How scary would it be if the weight of life decisions rested square on my bony shoulders?

I did not imagine that it would be possible to face an utter, impending loss of income and not be bathed in fear. But I'm here to tell you - it's possible.

To be continued! And happy weekending. We should totally cook-out! I'll bring the salsa. And the goat cheese.