So Greg and I are on the way out the door, and *poof* there's my pastor's wife, and another member of my church. They brought us food! I have tons of pasta and sauce now. (Too bad there's little pasta I can eat -- too much carb. Ah well, it's good for Greg, who always complains there's no food. He likes spaghetti.) Food! Wow!

I love my church. And I love how God always provides. I got a car, with far better gas mileage, we got food, we have a place to live...

*bounce*