Seven. (the miracle of banana bread)

In frustration and sadness, I accused God of being withholding the other day. (does that remind anyone of a certain arrested development scene?) What an accusation in respect to all the blessings lavished upon us. I was sorry to have thought it. But my heart remains a bit bruised and mushy, sad and frustrated. In faith, hope and time, I am sure God will do something wonderful here! He is Good, you know.