I'm sad. I'd think that if someone were moving into our house on Friday that we'd have heard about it by now, because that's today. And it sounds like the other girl wasn't blown away by the house in person like she was online; haven't heard from her either.
But a friend reminded me that God is never late. And this is not a surprise to him.
Off to camp. We had a date last night--the free babysitting time was part of a barter for camp, actually--and we stayed up way too late after we got home even. Running on about 4 1/2 hours of sleep.
Looks like a recipe for a tough day, but for God. I'll be fighting it though, praying for faith and patience.
Hope it's a joyful Friday for us all!