a God thing

i like to remember the God things.

especially the small things that tend to get forgotten.

bauer is going to play the trumpet.

oh, bless my poor ears.

no, really i do want him to.

there is a meeting i was dreading.

it was the meeting where you go to purchase the instrument.

i did not feel like i had the mental capacity to make a decision like that.

i pictured:

a squirming baby on my hip,

in a hot noisy room,

with too many decisions,

a total mental overload!

i started praying about this meeting.
not really even knowing what i was praying for help with.

anyways, bauer and i ran into an old friend.
me:
blah, blah, blah
and he's going into 7th grade and play the trumpet

blah, blah, blah
her:
blah, blah, blah
i'm going to drop a trumpet off at your house
blah, blah, blah

and she did.
answered prayer.