This morning, feeling at the end of myself, and washing dishes and looking out the window and praying and wanting to talk to someone with skin on, I dialed Lynda, one of my oldest friends in Columbia. Roomates twenty-three years ago, she was single and ahem (a virgin) until she was thirty-eight*. So she understands the difficulty and yet, the value of waiting. We talked for an hour. She took that much time out of her home-schooling day. She shared, I shared, we laughed and girl-talked it out, everything! The world's problems were solved!
After hanging up the phone, I finished baking two loaves of bread and a batch of the best chocolate chip cookies (well, my son thinks so) ever, before wiping down the counters and driving to the high-school where I picked up the boys.
Sometimes, God answers prayers, in the least likely of places, when we least expect it.
*(virginity and celibacy are undervalued commodities in our cultural currency..)