Well, Lent got off to a good start for us this year. The good news: we actually got to go to the early Mass for the Ash Wednesday service. The bad news: we were able to do this because Bret has joined the great (and growing) ranks of the unemployed.
We sort of knew this was coming. His hours at the cabinet shop had been dwindling down for the last few weeks.
Guess we'll have to announce to the kids at dinner time that due to hard economic times, we are going to have to let a few of them go [hee hee...Bret and I do like to mess with the kids. What's the fun in parenthood if you can't have a little fun now and then, eh?]
God has only recently--in the last few months--given me the gift of trust. It was hard-won for a late convert to religion like myself. I feel pretty peaceful, which isn't to say that I am not harassing St. Joseph with my constant petitions, but that is more for the sake of Bret than for myself. God has a plan, and it is for our good, whether in this world or the next. I'm okay with that.
Still, put in a good word for us when you talk to St. Joseph, eh?