My vacation was wonderful, and I feel so blessed that I was able to get away for a few days, enjoy the company of others, see new sights, and spend time with people I like. I enjoyed listening to the little boy in the row behind me on the plane. He had questions and exclamations about his first flight. We grown-ups were giggling at his delight and innocent questions.
On the way home the toddler behind whined a lot. I kept thinking I needed to turn the sound off, but reminded myself you can't turn off a child. If small children had off switches, parents would have found them by now. Oh well, the flight wasn't that long anyway.
Looks like big financial/legal mess is working out okay for me. Not quite sure, and it's too soon to count the chickens. I keep praying and trusting God. I went to morning Mass - that's a benefit of unemployment. I returned home to find a message from a woman from the temp agency. She's submitting my resume to another position. I thought, "Boy, God does work fast."
I just keep praying and trusting, praying and trusting, praying and trusting, and am unusually calm. I keep telling God that I learned my lesson, I did stupid things, I need to take responsibility, I need to own up, and I need to be brave. I need to know that this too will pass, and what is a crisis now won't always be.
Remember God gave us the rainbow.
But one can't pray enough, so God have Mercy on me, please.