Things Work Out

They just always do.
Somehow. Someway.
They just work out.
The youngest two are going
to a different school this year.
That was a hard choice, but necessary
so they can take a bus
so I can work.

I held my breath
until the school district agreed
to the change.
It wasn't until after I exhaled
I realized how long and hard
I'd been holding my breath.

Note to self:
Stop that.
It's not necessary.
Things work out
exactly like they're supposed to.

Diana is not going to Oregon.
The Nanny Agency OWNER Flaked out.
After phone calls, promises and agreements,
she just. flaked. out.
Not 'till October she says.
Diana passes and makes new plans.
At first she is fretful,
"Now what?"
Then she is resolved,
"Wasn't meant to be." she decides.
We agree.
Okay, one more semester at home
for my wanna-be Adventurist.
New plans.
New opportunities present themselves.
A friend of hers is taking the missionary discussions
this week.
That wouldn't have happened if she'd left Saturday.
Okay then. Staying put has eternal consequences
for her friend.
Things work out.

Dani & Brad are expecting.
Brad's still in school.
Dani's working full-time--she has to
for Insurance. And rent. And food. etc.
Big decisions to be made for them.
I watch with great interest as they make those
big decisions, knowing the angst they feel
will come into understanding
and things will work out.

Oldest son changes game plan
for his major...
from Chiropractics to Network Administration.
It fits him like a new suit.
Computer stuff comes naturally
for him and his time.
Still, it took an investment of time and money
spent in a different direction
for him to come around and realize
things work out
like they should.
And Peace follows.

Life can get confusing.
When you wanna put down roots
cement a plan
focus energy in one direction
Only to be told you have to
pick up and move your life,
pencil in your plans
and chart a different course.
Not fair, I cry, Not Fair.
Then the dust settles
and I see things clearly
oh...yeah. this is so much better.
things worked out.

And they do.
Shall I tattoo it on my palm?
"Things work out."
All fancy and permanent?
Gee, when did I become such a worry-wart?

"When these experiences humble us and refine us and teach us and bless us, they can be powerful instruments in the hands of God to make us better people, to make us more grateful, more loving, and more considerate of other people in their own times of difficulty. He will bless us as a people because he always has blessed us as a people."

An Anchor to the Souls of Men

Howard W. Hunter