It is an ordinary Monday morning in so many ways. The house is a MESS!!! What alot of living has gone on within these walls in the past week. I must do laundry so that Lem can go back to Phoenix with clean underwear and socks. (I’ve been at that for a long time already.) The dumbest thing I did was to stay up until 2:45 talking to Lem. (It was not such a long time between then and 5:30.) The smartest thing I did was to stay up and talk to Lem until 2:45. So much to listen to, so much to think about, so many things that needed to be said. Ah, I love the hear the hearts of my children, and see the finger of God in their lives — even (maybe especially!) when I see that God is chastening them. I am comforted that He is not letting them go. These adult children of ours who want (need!) to make their own decisions are never out of the reach of God, and I pray they continually reach for Him — but I pray, too that He reaches out for them. Even when it means correction. May God keep all our hearts soft.