Faith.

Hello, hello.  First off, I just wanted to say thank you to all of you for your love, prayers, and support while my Grandma's time on this earth was coming to an end last week.  For those of you who don't know, she passed peacefully early Wednesday morning and, we believe, was greeted by Grandpa ready to spin her around a dance floor. :-)  Missing her funeral was one of the hardest things I've ever dealt with, however, my family is awesome and recorded the eulogy, done by my Dad, and the sermon.  Being able to listen to that gave me some peace and helped me to feel present. 
Best. Family. Ever.
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In the last few days, Dusty and I have been under a lot of stress.  Well, we have been this whole time, but it hit both of us hard yesterday.  I was finally informed of what my cut rate pay would be for April and May due to my medical leave.  Without going into much detail, it was an amount that neither of us could have anticipated.  It had us reeling.  What can we do?  How do we figure this out?  I'm sure this is true for most, but it always seems that as soon as we "get ahead" and feel like we've got a good handle on things, something comes up and smacks us back into reality.  We were both sick over it last night.

Surprisingly, I got a great night's sleep.  I said some extra prayers yesterday, looked up a few more patron saints (because that's what us Catholics do lol), and woke up still feeling stressed and overwhelmed, yet peaceful.  I jumped on Facebook, because, isn't that what we all do when we first wake up lying in our beds?  ;-)  The FIRST thing I saw was this quote on someone's wall:

"You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it."

Bam!  Smack in the face.  Yes, we are strong enough.  I immediately texted that to my stressed husband who was already out the door to work.  Sign number one.

I got myself out of bed, woke up my sweet girl, and got her and myself dressed to take her to school.  (Today is Hoops Colors Day--can't miss that!)  Once I dropped her off, I found myself looking at Facebook once again.  This is what was first on my feed:

Bam again!  Two smacks to the face!  Lol.  I read this and said to myself, "Yup." Sign number two.

I began my drive back home, listening to the radio, and thinking about these two signs  that were presented to me this morning.  As I'm driving, George Strait's "I Saw God Today" comes on over the speakers.  If you haven't heard this song, do yourself a favor and look it up right now.  Here's a little piece:

"I've been to church, I've read the Book

I know He's here, but I don't look

Near as often as I should.

His fingerprints are everywhere

I just slowed down to stop and stare

Opened my eyes and, man, I swear

I saw God today."

Thanks to these lovely pregancy hormones, I was literally balling at this point.  Sign number three.

I HAVE to believe that these are all signs put in front of me to remind me to keep my faith. 
To keep our faith that my husband and I will get through this test. 
To keep our faith in each other.
To keep our faith that He will see us through this.