This afternoon I was praying. More like having a conversation with God. Asking Him how I was expected to deal and manage all of the things I have ahead of me. I also, in no uncertain terms mentioned that if I was going to have to manage everything that 1) I would need help and 2) I would need a word.

Lo and behold, my phone rings. My Aunt is on the other end. She's 92. She's amazing, beautiful and saucy. She's always been this way and getting on in years hasn't changed much. She gave me the word and the help I needed.

All I could do was laugh in gratitude, with an audible you really do hear me don't you God? I can't say God doesn't hear me. I can't say he isn't listening. Just when I think I may be out there, I have an answered prayer.

This pendant above - my grandmother's. Something she gave to me many years ago. Tells me I should have the faith of a mustardseed. Indeed. Indeed I do.