We had a very calm, relaxed Sunday. We went to church for the first time in months (the night shift and the weekend trips to everywhere and nowhere have kept us either in bed or out of town for a shockingly long time).

We got coffee at a local coffee shop where I accidentally ordered a tall and was glared at by the barista. Yes, I have sold my soul to Starbucks. For the convenience. (See also, the night shift).

We stopped in local yarn store next to the local coffee shop and I bought two skeins of thick, wintry yarn that will hopefully become scarves for Joshua (gray and white ribbed, very manly) and his mom (a heather blue chessboard pattern). I already started on his mom's scarf and as it's on size 15 needles I'm hoping to finish it before it hits 75 degrees on Wednesday. Seventy-five. Seriously, November? Are you for real?

We watched football. Kyle Orton got injured and Rex Grossman managed to take to Bears to a win over the Lions, even though he looks just as frightened and confused as always. After growing up in Patriots country, Tom Brady country, poor Rex makes me physically cringe.

So, it was a very ordinary day and yet it wasn't. I took a leap of faith which I can't really discuss here, but was terrifying and also absolutely the right thing to do (no I did NOT throw away my birth control pills). I had one of those experiences at church this morning where I was smacked in the face with something that I really needed to deal with. It wasn't even subtle, I mean I opened up the study guide for the week that goes along with the sermon series, and I could have just inserted my name in the questions for the first day. In what ways does your life reflect x...y...z? (um, it doesn't? I'll get back to you at 10pm when I've made some steps in the right direction?) Sometimes God is a whispered breath, and other times, a bulldozer.