I've been really stressing about a lot of different things lately. On top of everything else, I've had to work the past four Sunday mornings, so I've missed church. That's when I begin to lose perspective. At one point, tired and overwhelmed, I just put my head down and prayed, "God, I just need to see that you're at work..." And then I trudged on.
Well. A lot of things have changed here in just a few weeks. Tim is back to work. That's a big blessing. My class ended, and I did well. We have another apartment rented, and to a wonderful tenant too. I worried about Tim and his car and his late night commute home, and suddenly he has a nice Mustang AND a day job which will begin at the end of the month. I've got another job where everyone speaks nicely to (and of) each other. There is a lot of smiling, and I'm excited to begin work there. My poor house is finally taking on some semblance of order again after weeks of little time for housework. Yesterday, I was out running errands, and you know, everywhere I went, I ran into someone who was glad to see me, and anxious to know how things were going. Conversations with old friends are always cheering, aren't they? Know what else? Those wobbly tumor markers? This time they're down. That's good news too.
It seems as if my prayer has been answered. I again see His hand in my life. I can again look around, and count blessings, and tonight, alone in my quiet little house, I am filled with gratitude. I feel joy bubbling up from a place deep inside of me, and it has been too long. Thank God.