Small Towns

I love my small town!!! I went to my post office yesterday and was expecting my envelope from the social worker. I always notice when I pick up important mail that the postal lady looks at me with these bright, expectant eyes. See, I told her once, that she would be handling some very important mail in the next little while. And I always tell her the good news she carries.

When I picked up the envelope yesterday, I told her what it contained and it got us to talking. I don't know how we got to talking about money, but somehow faith came up and I told her that we knew the bills would be covered and that this adoption was a meant to be thing. She showed she understood what I was talking about, and it came out that she is from the church by our house. Our boys go there sometimes, to the youth group. She then told me that she actually prays over the mail that she puts in our box!! She says she considers her job in the post office to be a ministry and she prays over all the boxes. How cool is that!!

Then, when I was at the bank today, picking up my money orders, one of the tellers came over and asked me how the adoption was going. It is so neat living in a town that is small enough that people know who you are and care to ask questions!!