Curl Up In the Closet?

Great news: Our closet is ALMOST complete...with only a few hooks needed it already houses some mucky boots and dirty shoes...

Dad thought I was over-the-top strange when I showed up at his work last week and kindly begged him to plane saw an old door into sections (and he cursed up a storm as he and some strong whipper snapper pulled the heavy sucker past dangerously whizzing blade, keeping door lock bits together and glass knobs unbroken).   But when he eyed it up today he gave a slightly positive grunt which, in his loving and Dad-like manner, means he approves.

It's not professional but it's different.  And even more exciting: it's almost complete!

This should make me overjoyed.  But then I went to the bank to deposit our saved-up babysitting money only to discover that we have burned through our little "cushion" and are back into overdraft...

Geesh.

A friend just called at exactly the right moment.  In the middle of my Pity Party.  (The part that happens just before the stress and anxiety show up, bottles of wine and gluten-laden fattening cakes and chips and cookies filled with unpronounceable polysaturates in their various hands.)  She reminded me in her gentle way that I have to stop being so darn me-centred and let the Lord work on me and through me.  When I try to plan everything out ever-so-neatly and ever-so-independently it rarely happens the way I was hoping or dreaming or wishing.  And even when the road is rough and bumpy and I desire only to crawl into the ditch and hide...He always surprises me with something even more wonderful and beautiful and touching than I could have imagined!

So I can curl up in the almost-completed closet with something physically satiating (atleast for the moment) or I can simply get back to the One who loves me; the One whose "got my back" and the One who just wants me to surrender...