Scrambled Eggs

Today is the day. The first step taken . . . one million more to go. Last night we finished the initial application. After a several minute long rant on fiscal responsibility, I succumbed to my husband's steady and calming influence. Very simply he said, "Wendy, God is sovereign. He'll take care of us. He always does." Thank goodness God puts Type A's with Type B's. What it all boils down to is my lack of trust. I want to get my hands dirty and control this whole situation. I heard a funny quote: "The key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing it."


I felt an excitement wash over me this morning when I carried the sealed envelope to the car. I taught a full morning, and then, as 11:00 approached, I sent my ducks upstairs to gym and ran upstairs to try to coerce an accomplice. I told Lori the plan and she was quick to jump aboard. We headed to the Abingdon Post Office. This is not a place I typically get excited about. We took pictures at the door going in. What a fool I am! The P.O. was uncharacteristically quiet. I placed my special envelope on the counter and proceeded to fill out the paperwork for certified mail. We chatted with the cute postal lady with the blue gloves. She's adopting too. We headed to Wendy's to celebrate. No scrambled eggs today.