Moving Forward

I have always been taught that God will never give us more than we can handle. In my own life, I have found this to be true. For example, on Wednesday morning, I was given an orchestra sub job, a cold, snowy morning, a nail in the middle of the road, and a flat tire. Fortunately, I was also given an extra set of strong hands (Forest happened to be along for the ride), a spare tire (which ended up getting more miles than I'd like to admit), a baby who remained oblivious of the situation and stayed asleep in the back seat (Ramona), and enough time to drop off each of my family members as planned and make it to my first assignment on time. Had I been alone and running late with no spare tire and a screaming child, I probably would have gotten nowhere that day.

Despite the occasional sharp objects in the road and my propensity for driving over them (two flat tires in two years is a lot for one driver, correct?), it still feels like our family is making some forward progress. We still have no idea where we will be in six months, but we do have hopes and at least one prospect. Forest has been in Portland the past two days interviewing for a job with Intel, who has promised him a yes or no answer in the next few weeks. Whatever the answer may be, I sometimes catch myself envisioning what it would be like for our little family to continue its journey in the great Northwest.

While all of this has been going on, Ramona has been making substantial progress on her own. She has been crawling in the forward direction for about a week now. This mobility combined with my lack of motherly experience has led to considerable reflection about what the word "babyproofing" actually means.

Onward, ever onward . . .