For the last couple of months, I have been living on a whole lot of faith.
It's safe to say that I've been living on a ridiculous amount of faith. I think friends have been worried about my near delusional level of expectation that things will just magically work out. My faith has always been pretty strong, but I don't think I ever really believed that God and His Universe would conspire so creatively to make things happen. I've been tested over and over in this short time, and every time I start to tremble, some crazy thing happens to remind me to stop crying over our jacked up plans and to just deal with the fact that we are completely in His hands.
And just when I feel like the feather in the wind in Forrest Gump...