Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

Psalm 30:5 (KJV)

This afternoon, I answered the lab phone to find a student on the other end asking for me (which is unusual because in general, I'm nobody important around there.) The student works with the professor at my university who was applying for a grant which included funding for a post-doc, and acceptance of the grant proposal would mean that Scott would be able to come back home and fill that position.

The student was calling to see if I was at the lab, because the professor wanted to tell me that he got it.

He got the funding. Scott can come home when he finishes his Ph.D. in a couple of months and do a post-doc at our university. For three years, pending his satisfactory performance, and Scott doesn't do anything that isn't satisfactory, ever. Home. Scott can come home. He can come home.

I was so happy after that phone call - I spent the rest of the afternoon/evening having intermittent periods of ridiculous giggling interrupted by an occasional flood of tears. Oh, and some jumping up and down.

This is an answer to an innumerable amount of prayers - to the point that I wouldn't have been surprised by a booming voice from the heavens: "The FUNDING, if it's My Will - I GOT IT. Can we please talk about something else?"

Since I first heard about the grant from the professor, I've had a lot of talks with God about it, and Scott's and my future. Of course He's well aware of how hard it has been for me for Scott to be gone for the past 3 1/2 years, and how much I've cried, and how many times I just wanted to give him a hug without driving for hours. And how when he's home for a weekend, and we're on the couch just watching TV, I feel like the earth is spinning the right direction. And how other times, something just feels off. And how I have his apartment phone number stored in my cell phone as his work number, because I refuse to think of that place as his home. And how it was so unlikely that Scott would find anything in this area that would allow him to use his Ph.D.

While the grant question was hanging in the air, I have clung to these:

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end (Jeremiah 29:11).

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28).

Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you (John 15:16).

I am so thankful, I can barely put a sentence together. When I heard about the grant in the first place, the post-doc position and the research it will involve was almost tailor-made for Scott and his current research, and the opportunity came at exactly the right time - I knew it wasn't luck or a coincidence. I was always at peace about where Scott would end up after finishing his degree - I just had that hard-to-explain stillness that only Christ can give [And He arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm (Mark 4:39)], and I knew that everything would be all right. But it's more than all right - Scott will be coming home. Home. Home, home, home. And he can help me with biochemistry in the fall when I start medical school. Woo.

My lonely days are over / And life is like a song - At Last, Etta James