Yesterday I washed thirty-four panes of glass and three screens--all the windows in our kitchen and laundry room, with their attendant storm windows and screens. It hasn't been done in at least five years, and it is so nice to see clearly through them again. No, I'm not making any money from this, but I love my Norwex microfiber cloths. Cleaning has never been so easy.

We had a physical therapy appointment for Elijah; the first appointment in more than a year. I came away with a whole list of exercises to work into our days, stuff to get, sports to try.

Dan lost his shift at work. The replacement shifts he has to choose from overlap with his classes. I am frustrated. I feel like we can't catch a break.

It's so easy for me to see the worst case scenario.

I say again, remembering: God is love. In him there is no darkness. Whatever happens, he'll bring me good in it. It's a promise.