Okay, if I had my druthers, the man who came over this morning to look at my truck would've bought it. If I was God, I'd have nudged him and the driveway would be empty now. He said he'd call at the end of the day, but didn't. He did hem and haw a bit over some things that were already stated in the ad. Things he didn't really like, but were apparent and unchangeable. Busted stuff. A twenty-year old truck. That's how it goes. But he walked away interested. He might walk back. Could happen.
Well, I'm alright with all of it. I'm trying to get my head continually in a place where I accept God's will, even if it doesn't make sense to me. What makes sense to me is cash for the truck, bills paid, and a content heart to go along with it.
What I've got is a content heart anyway. Guess that was the lesson. Is it easy? You're kidding, right?
In other news, am a bit taken aback with a phone conversation I had with my mom yesterday. She called to figure out what was going on between us, but things aren't any better. I don't know what else to say. She wants to have a close relationship, but it's never been that way. I'm sure being 84 years old enters into the picture. The years are getting shorter and to have hurt feelings isn't God's best. Estrangement is hard. Reconciliation is a good thing. Misunderstandings get in the way. But at the same time, mental health is important. Hard to make a distinction on what's best. I know I don't like feel wadded up inside. Time away from the extended family drama has been a very welcome break.
Think I'll take the weekend off from stuff. Third son bought me the newest Backstreet Boys CD. That's what I'm talking about.
