Whole Lot a Prayin'

Today, I have been pushing numbers around on a white sheet of paper. The columns of black ink taunt me. College sized numbers. In Ink. Very scary!  Very intimidating! Freshman year with possible grants, scholarships, and FAFSA deducted? Still very daunting.  OK, now subtract a possible 7 bucks an hour job for a few hours a day...oh, still so HIGH! The feeling of panic is about to overwhelm me.

This is why God gave us Alana. Why, you ask? Does she bring in some of the bacon at Upcott Manor? Well, not really. But she never ceases to amaze me. In she skips from the schoolroom having just aced another math lesson (a minor miracle), peers over my shoulder, and says, "Those are big numbers, Mama. You better start doin' a whole lot a prayin'!"  I turn to her, speechless, unable to come up with a reply before she dances away singing.

Now, I HAVE been praying. Believe me, there's been a "whole lot a prayin'" going on around here. We have big decisions to make in the next, few months. The numbers on my page only account for part of ONE of them.  But, it amazes me that my youngest always has the most profound way of getting things back down to the nitty, gritty. The simple, if you will.  This is all in God's hands anyway. He has a plan. Start praying, stop panicking.

Thank you, Lord, for my sweet, miracle girl! She is just what this family needs.