Did you ever wish you were witty. Maybe a better story teller. Had a little bit more grace, or maybe more charm. Yeah. Me too.
The point. Hmmm. Yeah the point. Well there was no point. Just a random thought I wanted to put out there.
And now for some news. Some very good news.
My parents came home. I stayed up all night for two days finishing all the work around here. Painting, caulking.... yes I can do it all....even dry wall.
We ran out to meet them as they drove into the lane. It was so good to see them. They looked a little shocked to see the mud pit outside (unfinished patio). I told them to close one eye and squint with the other and it would look better.
They were happy to see us all and couldn't stop grinning. I made my mom walk into the house first. She stopped and admired the new door and I pushed her into the house 'cause there was way more inside to look at.
You should have heard her and my dad. "Oh wow! Look at this! I love the paint! Oh where did you get this? I can't believe you did all this!"
"Leon. Come look in here! The wall is gone! This isn't the same house!" There was even some tears at one point. It was great.
They left this morning. They went back to Texas to get their second car and they are going to some church history sites on the way home the second time.
And that brings me to the miracle. Trevor was offered a job this week. I feel overwhelmed and well I guess the strongest feeling is probably disbelief. It is most definitely a miracle. We are very grateful to say the least.
I will believe it is really true when we move.