There always seems to be plenty of cereal...that is, until the final crumbs are shaken loose from the bottom of the box. And when the box is turned upside down thus, I can't but help but imagine some day this will be me. O Lord, may the last of me be mostly sugar to Thee.
Don't you just have to laugh at how messy this business of finding a soulmate can be? I feel that I must laugh, lest I become overwhelmed by the depressing sense that us still-single singles are the object of some cruel cosmic joke played out in an eternal cycle of unholy trinities: so-and-so likes so-and-so who likes so-and-so, and so on and so forth. Laughing at least frees us from being the helpless object of the laughter of many capricious gods, even if the cost is laughing at ourselves. But such a sacrifice is liberating when one is laughing *with* the only God (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) for this triune God has a very *good* sense of humor. Good, that is, for those of us who "get it" despite themselves. Somehow He is working all this mess out for good, and its end will be above all our hopes and expectations, partaking of his own blessed eternal union. Therein lies my inexplicably pregnant smile for us all. :-)