God speaks.

It all started last weekend. We were driving home from lunch with the family when we found Maude. Our Maude. Our 1988 Toyota Camry, with all the right dings in all the right places. We couldn't believe it! We followed the teenage girl driver for a few miles as we were going that way anyway, and when we got to a red light I jumped out and gave her my number and made her promsie to call me first if she ever wanted to sell it. We love that car. We're sad we sold it. It was lovely to follow it for a few miles and reminisce.

Then the girl called me on Wednesday. She just graduated from high school, got a job, and wants to upgrade. I told her I'd talk to my husband and call her back. We were ecstatic. I called her back and left a message... and left another message... and left another message... and haven't heard anything back. Disappointing, but worth it. See, in the meantime we discussed which of our other cars we would get rid of, and it makes more sense to get rid of the Miata. But that makes me whine as I love that car. Over the past almost week God has been nudging me to let go of those things I am holding onto, things that don't matter, things that will rust and decay. So even though it doesn't look like we're getting Maude back, a valuable lesson was learned.

Then this morning Brad finds a great old Honda on craigslist. It would still be nice to sell a car and not have two car payments right now, so I emailed the owner and made plans to see the car tonight. I also prayed that God would guide us and make clear our paths. I just got an email from the lady that she sold it already! Thank you, God, for the clarity, and for reminding me that you do see us and love us.

It gets better.

I also just got an email from the h.r. guy who didn't hire me. Turns out he found out that it wasn't a good fit for him and gave his notice. The president responded by asking him to terminate the newly-hired assistant, who would have been me. I feel very spared. If I had been hired, knowing myself, I would have jumped in whole-hog. (I need a different metaphor-- that sounds too country to me.) And I would have been working for a week-- termination would have devastated me. Not that I'm as emotionally fragile as I've ever been, but it would have been really confusing and rough on me. Thank you, God, for sparing me and showing me you see me and love me. I'm almost speechless.

But not quite-- I have two mundane things to share with you. First, I saw this truck in the parking lot yesterday. I'd like to title it, "Friends Don't Let Friends Let Their Kids Name Their Company." It's not for a mobile dog-wash, as you might suspect. It's an architectural styrofoam company.


Secondly, if you're a Reese's fan, you must try this cereal. Don't ruin it with milk-- eat it like popcorn, by the handful. Oh, so good.


And in other news, I had a two-hour interview yesterday to be the coordinator for a tutoring program. If I was in love with this town and wanted to stay here forever, the job could have potential long term. But I knew as soon as I left that I didn't want the job. The first year would be a huuuuge time-sink as I would need to build a clientele of students and tutors. After that things would possibly get smoother, but maybe not. And the guy I would work for didn't seem to have the details together. And the competitor pays a lot more to their tutors, which puts this company at a disadvantage. All in all, not a happy place to be. Oh, and the lady I would be taking over for definitely was glad to be leaving. Enough said. So at this point I'm hoping and praying for the math t. a. position.

That's all for now. Off to clean and tidy the house.