where it counts

I had to make a phone call to a father of a very upset little girl to inform them that his little angel had kicked two boys...where it counts. I can't remember how old I was when I learned this was a bad thing. She was five and a half.

Brad and I have decided to take the plunge into joining a small group. I am really excited about developing some relationships where it counts. I also learned a teacher from my school is in the group -- God is good :).

We are praying a lot about where we are headed next year. I find it so uplifting when God makes you yearn for something, but yet the situation is totally out of your control. I am learning to trust God where it counts.

Our mischevious little dogs decided to shred our carpet this morning, sometime between my shower and the time I left 25 minutes later. Let's hope that doesn't cost us too much money to fix because we have very little money where it counts (but a lot in retirement where it doesn't count yet...).

By now, my phrase is worn out so I will anxiously await my husbands return, invest some time in cleaning, and be thankful that my count to the weekend is down to one more day.