I am heading out for sushi with the Ya-Yas in a little while. This little gathering was planned long ago, but it’s become a celebration: This afternoon, I was hired to work for the Scissortail Group and Red Fork Main Street, which are located in side-by-side offices on Route 66 about a mile from my house.

1. I don’t have to drive through south Tulsa traffic every day
2. Route 66 all day, every day
3. I will be helping the Good Guys who are trying to do positive things for my road and my neighborhood
4. I’ll get to stick my fingers into a lot of interesting pies
5. Hilarious bosses (the Scissortail owner is a Ya-Ya, and the Main Street director is like a high-octane version of me)
6. Lots of chances to do creative things when I’m not catching phone calls and filing stuff
7. None of that icky “new girl” vibe, ‘cos I’ll be working with people I already know
8. Nobody will mind if I surround myself with Route 66 stuff, ‘cos the whole office is basically decorated in that theme anyway

Baseball Route 66 been bery, bery good to me. 🙂

Now I just need to make a grocery list so I can pick up a few things when I get done at Fuji. I’ve invited my former colleagues from the Community World over to the house for lasagna tomorrow night. This may count toward one vegetarian recipe and one vegan recipe, as I am probably going to make half the lasagna vegan.


All, all is well

The readings this evening at church were perfect. The First Reader started with the story from Daniel about Shadrach, Meschach, and Abed-nego, the three men who were thrown into the fiery furnace for refusing to worship the king’s idol but emerged unscathed.

If you’re not familiar with the story — or if it’s been a while since you’ve heard it — go read it here.

That last verse of this particular passage really jumps out at me: “And the princes, governors, and captains, and the king’s counsellers, being gathered together, saw these men, upon whose bodies the fire had no power, nor was an hair of their head singed, neither were their coats changed, nor the smell of fire had passed on them.”

Although I’ve got something promising on the horizon (and hope to have some news to report soon), by the time I got to church tonight, I was a little uneasy about how I’d handled something today, and a conversation with a friend left me feeling unsettled and a little fearful. I needed reassurance, and the thought of the Christ joining those men in the fiery furnace and bringing them out unsinged, without so much as a whiff of smoke in their hair, was exactly the reassurance I needed.

The service tonight closed with No. 350 from the Christian Science Hymnal. The last verse was particularly helpful:

We expect a bright tomorrow,
All will be well;
Faith can sing through days of sorrow,
All must be well;
While His truth we are applying,
And upon His love relying,
God is every need supplyings,
All, all is well.

All is, indeed, well.