Moving on

There are days when I have to choose to be thankful or sympathetic.
Today is one of them.

I ran out of material for something I am making for someone and had to make a trip to Cary to buy more. But I also had a little time to browse, which was very nice.

I stopped at a friend's consignement sale and found three things in my size, which is unusual.

Stopped for lunch, and encountered a restaurant full of buddies and babies. I headed to the bathroom to pull myself together and found a near-desperate mother trying to reason/help a young son who clearly did not want to be in the women's bathroom or have help from his mom. When I told the clearly exasperated woman "hang in there" before I left, I actually meant it.

I chose the old people seating section. To my left were a group of girls laughing and talking, enjoying themselves quite a bit, and behind me turned out to be two pastors, discussing the emotions and frustrations of losing church members to another church. I found myself enjoying and relaxing in overhearing their conversation much more. (Who wants to talk about purses and GYNs?)

And when I got home to let the chickens out, Buster did come meet me at the henhouse, but he slighltly veered from his new activity of tackling my legs and nipping my feet and pants and actually enjoyed just being petted. So thankful as yesterday I really lost my patience with him.

So now I'm hoping to jump in clean house and cut fabric mode and knock out a few jobs before I meet someone tonight to tackle one of my occasional projects.

Meanwhile my heart is burdened for all the uprisings in the middle east and I'm praying God's will be done, even if it's not what I'd like to see happen. He is gracious; He is Sovereign; He is Holy; He is just; He is patient; He is love, and I am His. And in that, I can rest.