This week, I have been a set of hands floating about. The snot monsters run in and out of my presence with their white flags needing to sound their little fog horns... and I do it... and then I have to wash my hands because -- gross :-). It's been a little more trying than usual because Daddio has been gone all week, and while it is not uncommon that he is away on business... his trips aren't usually so long (tonight my knight is coming home).
But reading the above mentioned post, I'm reminded that 4 years ago I was dreaming and praying for this very thing. And while it can be trying, being invisible, I'm colaborating with God (well maybe assisting is a better word) on a project that is more important than anything I could possibly do on my own.
In the story, the author mentions her clothes... her general look... and I'm reminded of a quote a dear friend told me about:
With that, I shall take my leave... I have stone to lay and birds to carve.