The Doorbell

During the week of my "hunch", also the week of Easter, the doorbell rang. A man working in my neighbor's yard asked us to roll up the window of my dad's truck. He was about to send a lot of dust and pollen into the air. I agreed and closed the door. Meanwhile Joshua, my 2 1/2 yr old son, came running down the stairs crying as I closed the door. Confused, I asked what the problem was. He just knew that his baby brother was at the door. When he heard the doorbell ring, he told my mom, "That's my baby brother!" and ran for the stairs. Oh, how I wish that it was his baby brother. We're all ready!
Still no referral . . . praying about resting in God's timing.