It Never Gets Easier

Sigh.

My poor pristine little Volkswagen beetle just got bonked AGAIN. A guy with no insurance and no driver's license (his wallet had just been stolen, imagine!) backed into me in a parking lot. Fortunately, it's not bad. I can just imagine the look on the body shop guy's face when we bring it in AGAIN.

I ran into an old colleague from work at the grocery store and we spent about 45 minutes catching up. Her three older kids have all graduated from college--impressive!--and her youngest is at UVA. In the meantime, I am trying not to worry too much about mine, who are very close in age to hers. I love them so much, and I am so glad I have them, but I have learned that you never let go one hundred percent. Are they happy? Are they going to church? Do they have enough money?

Life certainly does not seem to get easier. The only answer is faith and prayer.