I drop my kids at daycare after school if their parents have not come for them by 3pm. Yesterday, one came back to help me clean the room. Two more came later. It's amazing to spend time with them outside of our routine. They're such fascinating, complex little people! The other day, waiting for parents, my youngest girl (barely 7) said, "What if God and heaven and hell are not real? What if it is all made up? I have never seen God! How do I know He is real?" I asked her if she had ever seen Africa, and she said no. I said, "But you know Africa is real," and she said, "What if it is not?" There's just so much going on with these kids! I was able to reply to all of her questions, but they keep me intellectually alert. I'm glad I've just read The Weight of Glory. :)

After a good night's sleep and a strong coffee, I'm feeling ok about life right at the moment. But I do want to be a journalist. Maybe God wants the passion to build up so strongly that when it comes time to make the plunge, it will be as natural as the sea washing through a broken levee. That is an analogy in poor taste at this time, but with the storms, it springs to mind first.

If anyone is having any fun next weekend and would like to add a crazy Lebanese into the mix, let me know. I am bored.