I just got off the phone with a friend. She's been struggling to get some equilibrium in her life since her husband died last fall. She's had half a dozen jobs and quit them all; she stays as close to God as she can but her grief engulfs her sometimes. Just now she told me of a job she tried to quit at a wonderful little grocery store in Columbus, Indiana. The manager said, "No, wait--don't quit. Go home, calm down, and come back in the morning. I'll have something else for you to do." The next day when she went in, he told her a job in the bakery had opened up. It's the absolute perfect, loving thing for her. She's a grandma with a big heart and loves to cook for everyone. She didn't even have to think about it. We talked about the way God works--we each struggle and try and squint, trying to force ourselves to make sense out of our lives, but when God opens a door, it swings open like a breeze and we are carried in with arms of love. A good reminder. :)