When the dust settles...

...all is well. But yesterday was a day of high strung nerves.

As I mentioned a few days ago, my team teacher was wrestling with the decision to move across country. For her, there were strong reasons to relocate and strong reasons to stay. Knowing some of the situation, I could understand if she chose to move, but I wrestled with the selfish worry of, "What about me???" Part of me hoped for what was best for her family, while part of me hoped for what was best for me. Either way, the waiting is the most difficult part and I put alot of planning and preparation on hold until I had more information. Meanwhile, I had many Divine conversations yesterday, as I struggled with my own unease, my selfishness in the situation, and concern for her and her situation.

I also made a routine phone call home yesterday and found my 20 year old sister (who was supposed to visit this weekend) had gone for emergency oral surgery. She has had complications from the removal of her wisdom teeth a week ago that resulted in fluid build-up under the gum. Due to the antibiotics that she now needs to receive through an IV, the pain medication, and the anti-nausea stuff, she's been admitted to the hospital for the next few days. Have I mentioned I have an irrational fear of hospitals?

So that was yesterday. Late last night, I received an email from my team teacher letting me know that her husband was offered a good job opportunity here, and they've decided to stay. Yea! This is wonderful for me and wonderful for her. As of 9:00am this morning, my sister is still in alot of pain, but the hospital staff is attentive and she's on the road to recovery. The hardest part, in another day or so, will be keeping her still.

So another little storm has past, the dust has settled, and, as it so often is, all is well.

Thank God.