I take comfort in His love,
and in his, too.

One mother to life, and one to death. Sounds like a soap opera? (General Hospital, in all truth heh.) Actually, no. Two co-workers--one is due to give birth in a few days. The other had a miscarriage.

I visited my old job on a complete whim today during lunch. I've learned that those complete whims are far from and that Someone knows more than He's telling (well, duurrrr, but still, in this case it woulda bee--). When I was pulling into the parking lot, I recognized a car that was parked there. Unwillingly to believe it, I walking and sure enough--

--oh Sara happy day--

--IT WAS RON! Ronronronron! That lovely, cranky, by the book, make you work for his approval and yet feel so proud of yourself when you earn it Ron. The manager that first interviewed me for my job at Chili's, the one that was like a second dad because he was always there at the worst times and knew just what to say, the one that dreamed of being a General Manager someday.

He's a GM now. At his home Chili's. It's his dream come true. And he's asked me to consider coming back. *hugs her Rondo plushie happily* Like he has to ask me twice. I told him, after I get Fry's through the holiday rush (overtime, whee/ugh), I'd most likely come back. (Right now, I'm actually so excited that I'm shaking as I write this.)

*peers upward* How does that go....divine intervention? And yet You persist in teaching (or trying to, heh) me patience. Forgive me, Father, for ever doubting that You had it under control the whole time.

(And beloved, that was you in the first sentence. Just FYI. ^_~)