Yesterday I got caught in a sea of worry. I tried throwing my cares at the Lord, and mentioned a list of stuff I still hadn’t bought for our little girl due to arrive next month: a stroller, carseat and comfortable baby carrier, preferably like the one my friend used in China, with back support. Then I wrote a long complaining e-mail to my friend from China.
When my husband came home from work, he told me that my Aunt Susan had phoned, her church had a swap, and someone had donated a carseat/stroller combination (the kind of baby bucket you haul around when the infant fell asleep in the car and maybe they keep on sleeping). I burst into tears. "Are these happy tears?" he asked sounding mystified.
At prayer meeting our friends volunteered to help us with our proposed moving days.
This morning my friend from China phoned to check up on me, and tell me to watch for a gift from her in the mail, a Guatimalan baby carrier like hers.
How kind God is to me, even when I throw a fit.
My musings on our homeschool, coop, figuring out what my educational philosophy is anyway, and will I ever make curtains for the rest of the appartment?
