just enough to be strong, in the broken places

That's an amazing song by Jars of Clay. My copy is really scratched though. It's a crime.
But God really is just enough sometimes. With these small decisions that add up. On the freeway, coming home, I realized I really wasn't going to buy a motorcycle. Scooter. Whatever. The truth is, I really don't need one, even though I want one. I think that, you know, there are the major life decisions, and God will sometimes give you those answers a lot slower. But He'll stop you from making a major mistake in the morning. What was I saying? I think that the weird gut feeling, instinct, is a tiny gift from God. It's not weird to get a vibe.
I don't know where I'm going with this.
What I'm saying is, I walked in the door at eleven, and my father was snoring, and my mom was reading with her book light, and I just stood there and told her I wasn't going to do it, and she said okay. And my dad woke up for a second, and I could hear him thinking, "Yeah, I knew it." And so here I am.
One small problem out of three hundred: solved.

299 weeks to go.