Details, Details, My Dear

It's funny, I think, how our lives are sometimes shaped by seemingly mundane details. Two months ago, India's dad was in a minor car accident with her, and though neither of them were hurt, he was no longer able to babysit her while I was in school or work. It was of course, past the add/drop date for classes, and I had to frantically scramble to assemble another version of my life.

It sounds so unimportant.
No babysitter.
But the truth of it was that because of this, I could no longer manage to get us both to church, myself to work, or to school, because of the annoying reality of uncooperative details. Everything was in upheaval again.
"Well, pay for a babysitter," you might logically think. But to pay for a sitter, I would have to work full time, which would mean dropping out of school, but the dates to do so had already passed, which meant I would have to pay for school anyways, even though I wasn't taking any classes - not to mention the fact that I adamantly do not want to work full time during India's stay-at-home years.
What I ended up doing, was asking family for help (which they graciously gave), dropping a class, writing letters and begging for special permission to be excused from the add/drop deadlines/fees, not going to church and moving sections of the one writing class I stayed in, to a more agreeable time for my mom to babysit India.
Phewf!

I tell you all of this because now that the dust has settled, I can see that things are looking pretty good. Yesterday in class, I was discussing with my prof (and the rest of the class) the Muslim women veil debate that is currently clogging up the media, and to one of his arguments I laughingly said, "Bologna!" and then I turned bright red at my possibly offensive loud mouth. Luckily for me he didn't seem to mind, and we all continued right on, arguing, counter-arguing, thinking things through. I love people who let me argue with them and think out loud. But I also love the fact that I ended up in this prof's class when I switched sections, because of a car accident, and that starting this week, my shift at work changed by half an hour, making it possible for me to drive the hour from work, pick India up in the 'burbs, and drive back into the city so that we can go to church.

Details, details, I know. But all of these little things are my life, and I prayed through them all, and didn't know what to do, and felt stuck, and frustrated, and wondered why everything seemed so damn difficult. I've heard enough times that the devil is in the details, but it's kind of nice to remember today, that God is, too.