Today is officially April 30th.
Kate Middleton and Price William are officially married.
I watched. And I have no shame.
So, because it is the last day in April, it has officially been six months since I broke my fibula, my tibia, and my talus. Tonight is officially my last night as a resident of both my household and my state. Illinois, you have been good to me. Family, so have you.
I officially graduated from physical therapy. It was my last appointment with Superwoman; I'm going to miss her and that office. And the pool.
When Moses was freaking out about being sent back to Egypt to, well, basically take all of its free labor away from his sort-of brother:
"God got angry with Moses: "Don't you have a brother, Aaron the Levite? He's good with words, I know he is. He speaks very well. In fact, at this very moment he's on his way to meet you. When he sees you he's going to be glad. You'll speak to him and tell him what to say.
I'll be right there with you as you speak and with him as he speaks, teaching you step by step..."
I love that. Step by step. On top of teaching me step by step, I feel like God has actually stepped in for me over the last sixth months; none of what has been accomplished has been of my own ability, attitude, or desire. It is his disposition that became mine. He has been so good to me. Titus 3:3 says,
"But when God, our kind and loving Savior God, stepped in, he saved us from all that. It was all his doing; we had nothing to do with it."
God is officially good.
