The Writing on the Window

So, on the day of my great meltdown this week (and subsequent blogging), I had two reminders that have helped me keep my sanity.

1. A dear friend's mother-in-law is gravely ill. Hearing stories of how difficult this road is for a family to travel, made me realize that there are worse things in life--worse, being losing someone you love or slowly watching that person's life slip away from you, when you are powerless to stop it.

2. I like to keep a verse written in big bold letters on my kitchen window. (You know, like with those round, white paint pens people use to write "Go Bulldogs #57!" on the back of their truck windows.) And, it just so happens, that about two months ago the verse I chose was Romans 12:12:

"Be joyful because you have hope. Be patient when trouble comes. Pray at all times."

I like God to give me signs, and this time it was right there on the kitchen window. If only all of life's answers came so easily.

(PS Yes, for those of you clean freaks out there who are taking notes, yes, you read correctly. It does mean I have not washed my kitchen windows in two months, which is why the photo is of some nice windows on an apartment building in London and not any of MY windows.)