"Many are the plans in the mind of a man,
but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand."
Yeah, it was a good night.
I was really humming along, the quilt was getting So. Close. to done. Girls happy, pancakes cooking for dinner, a night of quilting, full of promise, stretching gloriously before me.
A glass. A sink.
A cut pinky finger.
I'm ok, really. Just sitting here, all taped together, hunting & pecking on my laptop. Watching "Tangled" with the girlie girls. Looks like the Lord has an interesting way of getting my attention and forcing a little rest this weekend. And you know something else? Just for the record, I always cry at the end of Tangled. The longing of Rapunzel for her parents, the hope, the reunion. . . . . it just gets me. There's a spiritual lesson in there, but my hand hurts too much to think deep spiritual thoughts right now.
At least I don't have any gigs scheduled! Maybe tomorrow I'll feel like quilting again. . . .
And, Mom- if you're reading this, I'm really fine :) Do. Not. Panic. That part about my hand hurting was poetic license to make a point. Really.