I write in a bit of a fragile state, as my good friend Megan Crowely would call it. Over pancakes at the Pancake Pantry, I found myself fighting tears talking with Jason about my current state. Let's start it off with the good, amazing, fantastic news... My parents signed with the airport, and found their dream house, all in the same weekend. My mom called me Thursday night too excited to even sleep. They were signing with the airport Friday morning and then writing up the contract for an amazing house that afternoon. They wrote up the contract without even seeing the inside of the house! Seeing the outside, its location, its price, and its interior description, they were determined the house was for them, unless the inside was a complete dump. They went in on Saturday at 1pm, the first moment it was oficially on the market. They loved it- loved it is not even strong enough! Anyway, they presented the contract and by 9:30 that night, it was theirs.
I cannot explain how huge this is for my family, and really for me. To see finally coming to fruition what we have been hoping and praying for, for so many years- too many to count. I am blessed beyond measure and my family's happiness is so complete and a beautiful picture of our God's love and absolute provision. He gets all the glory and He is an incredible God.
Okay, so the fragile state. Perhaps such momentous news having to be shared over the phone rather than in person got the ball rolling, or maybe it's the disappointment in my Ted's Montana Grill experience up to this point- I'm not sure. All I know is I'm on the brink of tears. I have some ideas for how to fix it, but I'm not sure if they'll work.
I'm in a new place. I know two people, one of whom is a friend by association (Jason's old roommate), and the other of whom being my future hubby. They're both boys, and sometimes I guess I just need another girl around. My roommates are really nice, but I guess it just takes me a bit to get to know and feel comfortable with people. Ted's isn't doing much business and my first three scheduled shifts are just plain crap. My dreams of top dollars have been flushed down the toilet.
Maybe part of it is missing my dear, dear friends. Megan Retka who was in Singapore last semester, now finding herself back in COMO and being a different person there than she was before (I love you Megan, always) My friend Leslie Robertson to whom I owe so much and love so dearly and have lost any sort of real friendship with (it takes communication) and all the girls at 1321 Paris, whom I love and cherish deeply. I'm finding I have the one here who I love the most, but all of those who matter so much as well are so far away. I feel like I'm currently experiencing the inevitable future, so I better just suck it up and figure out how to move forward. In December I graduate, I leave my friends, I leave the close proximity of CoMO to St. Louis where my family is. I marry the most wonderful and incredible man in the world, and we go off, following the Lord's lead, wherever it may be. Where will it be and will it be like this? This fragile state has caught me by surprise and somehow I'll figure out why it's here, and what to do next.

He is most strong when I am most weak. I will not forget Him, He is here even now.