It has been a crazy week and a half.
And instead of panic, I prayed.
Instead of fear, I handed it over to God, even if I had to do it again and again.
Instead of worry, I had peace that everything, somehow, was going to work out.
I have watched the hand of God moving this week, over and over.
We have received those miracles I was expecting. We aren't perfectly okay yet, there are still things that have to be paid for, and figured out, but God is good, and I have no reason to doubt that EVERYTHING will work out, in His timing, for our good.
Like 49 cent rubberbands, He cares about the little stuff, along with the big.