Just finished mediating an argument between my sister and our parents about the wedding guest list. She wants to keep it to a manageable number so that she and the husband-in-waiting can stick to budget. The parental units want to invite everyone who ever said hello to them in passing. Asked where he expects the money to come from for all these extra guests, my dad responds in a sing-song voice, "God will provide."
Aggravated, I almost stormed out of the room with clenched fists, a furrowed brow, and thunderclouds circling my head.
Lord, forgive me for being a realist.
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