Good Friday. Chainsaws in my front yard. Neighbors upset. Backyard cricket with Tom.
It wasn't supposed to start off unpleasantly, this being a day that has special meaning for me. Particularly this year.
Its so odd how things go, sometimes so unpredictably. Often it's the way we have sown and are now reaping.
But the sun is out in autumnal splendor and Tom is happily picking at a chocolate Humpty, filled with smarties. He couldn't wait till Sunday.
I dont know how things will work out. I so want to leave matters to God but it's hard not to interfere. So hard.