Rain is forecast this week. Oh, will it be welcome. The dusty brown has outstayed its welcome, and my soul is hungering for some green. Everything about the rain sounds welcome. Yes, even the rushing around our neglected property, picking up the tossed aside pair of shoes and that neglected tool. We're ready; let the rain begin.

Our son's Eagle Scout board of review is on Tuesday night. We are drilling him with questions, he is picking up the dry cleaned uniform, we're all praying and planning for a fun celebration with friends. This will be the culmination of years of work...we can hardly wait.

The doctors hope to discharge my mother from the hospital early this week. Sixteen days ago we raced her to the emergency room, and she was sick enough for us to wonder if she would ever return. She is stronger now, the infection is gone, and so we prepare for her homecoming. We have no idea what to expect about her health. Will she be able to fully recover from such a serious infection? Will she need more help at home? What is our role in all of this? For someone who likes answers, likes to be prepared, the lack of answers is more than a little unnerving. But at each confusing step of this journey we have had the wisdom we needed...just enough and just in time. I am confident that it will be here when we need it.

“The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~

(Today's photos courtesy of public domain.)


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