You can stand under my umbrella

"I'll have what she's having."
~When Harry Met Sally

Tonight's a late night at the office, and I find myself pretty grateful that I don't have to rush home and cook dinner or do laundry for a husband. I mean yeah, it would be nice for someone to give a crap how my day has been, but generally speaking, I have girlfriends for that (see yesterday's post).

Suffice it to say that it's not often I yearn for coupledom. There are only two certainties in life--death and taxes--and both of those would be easier as a Mrs. The latter for obvious reasons, and the former due to the apprehension I feel about having no one to care for me in my old age and inevitable loony bin intake.

So I'm happily single. Footloose and fancy free to work late and eat a power bar for dinner.

But as I gaze out my office window, I see my coworker Carol's husband, Larry, pulling up in front of the office in the torrential rain. He gets out of the vehicle, pops a golf umbrella emblazoned with the Missouri Tigers logo (her favorite team) and walks to the front door to escort her to the car so she won't get wet.

At that moment I realize that's what love is. It's not about the fancy gifts or tax breaks. It's about anticipating someone else's needs, and taking care of it before they even have to ask. It's about holding an umbrella. Ella, ella, ella.

Guess I'll just be getting wet.

Unanswered prayer

God and I have been having frequent conversations as of late. They've been pleading (me), impatient (also me), and often silent (Him).

The Bible tells us that we have not because we ask not, so there's no harm in the asking, right? Every day for eight months I've asked. And asked. And asked.

I'm still waiting for an answer. But I realized today that sometimes the lesson's in the waiting. If it increases my dependence on Him, maybe that's it. Or perhaps I'm supposed to learn to be more patient.

The bottom line is that I'm frustrated. And now I'm not only waiting on an answer, but the lesson in it all.

Noah waited about 100 years for the rain. I often wonder if, about year 60, he cried out to God, "When in the world are you going to answer this prayer?" But he kept on nailing and gathering animals, knowing God would do what He said He would.

I'm ready for the raindrops.

Rain, rain go away

Question: if April showers bring May flowers, what do March floods bring... April studs I'm hoping.

Here's the view of my backyard. All I need is a diving board, and I could be swimming laps out there.



Speaking of photos, I just realized that I've never shared pics of the inside of my new place. Here are a couple to tide you over.

The office



The 4th bedroom, otherwise known as the workout room (stop laughing)/junk room... yep, that's a treadmill that hasn't been put together yet.



Oh, and a couple of prayer requests: pray for Ashley, who was put on total bed rest today to get ready for the twins; and for Jen, who finds out on Thursday where she'll match for residency. Oh, and pray for Jen's mom, Pam, who broke both of her hands last week... ouch!