yesterday started out like most mondays… crazy! over the weekend mom realized that dad’s custom wheelchair cushion was “mia”. found myself getting impatient annoyed when we couldn’t get answers to where it was and why it was missing.  on my 3rd trip downtown, i remembered (slow learner) that God tells me to be anxious for nothing, but instead to take my worries and concerns to him. so i did and miracles of all miralces, the cushion had been found. Still a mystery as to who, what, when, and where… but we will choose not to worry about that,  instead we will thank God that he delights to answers prayers… even for a lost wheelchair cushion. i also appreciate those in charge who took responsibility (a rarity these days) and worked hard to find it. now on to the rest of the week…