I've had a couple of people ask me how I've been able to handle the big changes in our lives.

The first thing that comes to mind is, "Am I really handling it?" I mean, I have used a lot of kleenex in the past couple of months...someone asked me once if I was being bothered by allergies when I had to admit that no, I'd been crying.

I can explain this only by going back and telling you that whenever I wondered if God wanted me to do something different or what the timing should be on specific actions, I would ask for a billboard-- a big fat sign to tell me what to do and when. I can't say that the billboard concept has been very effective for me, but that's what my prayers would include...make it clear to me, God.

This week, God didn't use a billboard. He was a very presence at my elbow, whispering and pointing to what I needed to know and what I needed to do. Nothing complicated. No James Earl Jones voice. Just a whisper on the breeze. With that presence came the realization that these changes aren't just Wayne's that I will support. These changes include me; I have a specific role to play. It's a family calling, and I recognize that now.

Why don't I fight it and do what I want? Hey, I've done that before. The results are always disastrous. I'm not into any additional crisis in my life, thank you very much.

I think I'm going to stop praying for billboards and begin praying for my eyes to be open to God's presence next to me. Hopefully, I won't go through as much kleenex..