I signed up for sewing classes (that start at the end of the month), figuring that there wouldn't be a better time or opportunity to take them.  I'm not sure how good I'll get with only this first level, but it's a life goal.  My parents were more than willing to let me take them, too.

And the other day, a large box was randomly delivered to our door - and inside was a sewing machine carrying case that my dad had ordered for me.  Somehow, he knew that I would need it to bring my machine to and from the classes.  I had never asked for it, or even alluded that I'd have problems with transport.  It was a total surprise.  Not just that I wasn't expecting it, but in that my dad had thought of it and intended it as a surprise.  The last time I was that happy and surprised with a gift was when I got the fifth installment of Harry Potter.  I felt like a kid again.  Our parents will always see us as their children, too.

This comes during a confusing week, where after weeks of waiting I was invited for three school interviews.  After so much doubt in what God had in store for me, He still surprised me in a way that was simply only to make me smile.  I still don't understand it, but I can try to accept His gift without suspicion and be gladly waiting for the next one.