90 days/12 Mondays

When we left for our great Texas seminary adventure I was less than thrilled. In fact, I was all the things opposite of thrilled. I was angry. I was hurting. I was worried. I was sad. I let those feelings flow freely. I remember our last Sunday at church in Sparks, NV. A dear friend and parishioner took my hands, looked me straight in the eye and told me when things got scary or I was angry, count the Mondays. She convinced me that there wasn't anything I couldn't tolerate for a certain number of Mondays. I was a teary snotty mess but something deep inside me knew that was true and right. And many times over the past 952 days I've had to settle my heart and count the Mondays. Sometimes it was till the next visitor/visit, to the end of the month, to the end of a term, till the next season, to the next Sunday...it's been a whole lot of Mondays y'all.

Now we are left with just a handful. Seriously, 12. 3 months from today the VIT will graduate with a Master's of Divinity. He continues to pursue positions. We continue on with school and work and do our best to support his ministry and him in this time of great transition. We wake each day hoping that it will be an easy day and we pray each night that this whole journey and what lies next will continue to be blessed and guided by powers greater than us. We know this is one of the hard parts. The unknown, man, it's not easy. But our record of making it through hard stuff, 100%.

So today, we will work. We will go to school. We will pray for another day tomorrow. It's what we can do. Thank you and so much gratitude to all those who have prayed, laughed, cried, and sat with us in the process. We cannot repay you for that but know that we give thanks for you daily.

90 days!!