Chicken or Beef?

I was sitting on the front porch swing this morning drinking my second cup of coffee when a sudden feeling of sadness came over me. The indecision that has plagued our family forever and the feeling of uncertainty that comes along with it has been very overwhelming to say the least. Sitting there listening the birds sing and watching the cars go by, my eyes teared up as I said to the seemingly thin air, "Lord, are You still there?"

Of course I knew the answer, but it felt good to ask a question that I did know what the answer would be. The last week has been chaotic around here and trying to make sense of all the drama on any given day can be an impossible task. Do we move or not? Homeschool or public school? Chicken or beef? Seriously, the most non-important issues have turned into thirty-minute decisions.

Well, just to be sure I knew that in fact that He was still there, He solved one of our big dilemmas pretty darn quick. Within minutes of whispering that one simple question, some information came through via email that erased any doubts or wishful thinking. Of course, lately I've noticed that what I think the answer should be never quite works out that way. The question to move or not suddenly became crystal clear. Even though it was not what I wanted to hear, I had a strange sense of peace in at least knowing that dark cloud of "What Do We Do?" had lifted. As a result, I did something I never do: I called a hair salon.

I know... not quite the reaction one would expect, but I suddenly had the urge to do something for me. Not a quick trip to Wal-Mart's Smart Style (although I am most definitely not opposed to a $14 hair cut). I made a call (and then actually went) to a real salon where the nice lady shampooed and deep-conditioned my hair while massaging  my head. For almost one solid hour, she listened while I talked about the problems one of my kids is having and the concerns about if I'm doing everything right (another first because I like to think that my problems are just that... my problems). By the time she showed me a new way to style my hair and successfully suggested an over-priced salon product, I tipped her as much as my debit card would allow and happily went on my way. I felt like I had just been to therapy.

The good feeling lasted about as long as it took to pick the kids up from school and then slowly began to fade as I saw the look on one child's face. This too shall pass. This too shall pass. (The repeat is not a mistake, just be glad I don't write it as many times as I say it to myself). Guess I'll just have to trust in that as sure as He cleared up one question, He can give direction on the other.

As for the nightly question that usually occurs around 5:00 pm every night? Well, the lady with the new haircut and style already has that taken care of and it's not up for debate. Beef. That's what's for dinner tonight.