Wow! This has been one heckuva' abundant day. It began with an extraordinary meeting with a colleague at Panera (my new office!) to discuss next steps for initiating a faith-based ministry to provide a safety net and support for people who are "couch homeless" (bouncing from house to house relying on the good graces of family and friends who will take them in for a time). We envisioned changing the entire futures of children who can know more than hopeless entrenchment in poverty as their parents find new hope, skills and encouragement out of the pit. That discussion alone would have made for a phenomenal day, but there was more, much, much more.

My colleague noticed that the label inserted in my 3-ring binder containing my homeless ministry notes said "Joni and Friends", a leftover remant from earlier days in ministry wherein I had explored a possible ministry connection with disability ministry. She asked me if I was going to the fundraiser/banquet in Knoxville tonight at which Joni Earekson-Tada would be speaking. Get out! I had no idea this was occurring. Turns out, my friend had reluctantly purchased a ticket from a friend, but had no interest in attending. Of course, she offered it to me, and I jumped. Seldom do things seems so clear and so ordained.

Truly a "goosebumps" evening. Made and renewed significant contacts with personnel at the Knoxille office. (The Director remembered my name, remembered Mariposa Ministry, and had been thinking of me days earlier. I hadn't seen her in 5 years or more!)What's afoot, God?????

More: I was offered a job working with a best buddy doing productive "tent-making" work to support our ministry callings. This will be a key piece of the puzzle allowing me some financial wiggle-room to return to school should I finally determine that is the path forward.

More: While rolling at the river, I came across a case manager walking with a group of people with mental illnesses from a local hospital. He said, "I know you, you were at the UU Maundy Thursday service." "That's right, I was. I'm surprised you remember." "Well, you are pretty memorable in the wheelchair, and, besides that, I washed your foot."

Yes, folks, he was the man who washed my *foot* at the footwashing during that service. (Why we just washed one foot, I don't know... but that's not really germaine to the story!)

I ask you: How many people do you think were exercising today who encountered another person who said, "Hey, I know you! I washed your foot!"? (This appeals to my sense of humor and just makes me grin. What delicious fun I have at my river.)

And in reflecting on this day, I realize that I have never been more content, more at peace, more purposeful, more joyful, and more certain of God's presence and love, than I am at this very moment in time. I am living expansively, abundantly, creatively, and daringly. And it is wonderful beyond my wildest dreams.

Thank you, God.