I've had unexpected free time since my coffee with Dave and Annette's move were both postponed. As usual, I haven't known what to do with myself, but it's still very good to have the downtime. Haven't felt so hot the whole time, either; could be any number of reasons for that.
Abraham took Isaac to the altar once, had to give him up once, and God came through for him. I find myself having to lay some of the same things down day after day, and I think I resent God for it. My view is narrow—there are doubtless many smaller sacrifices that prepared Abraham for that climax, sacrifices not only of property, but of will and of heart. The story doesn't include the daily detail of his preparation, but there's every reason to believe it's there. A man doesn't give up his son without giving up a thousand other things first. He doesn't do it without faith, or without hope.
I am a man of little faith or patience in my preparation. Waiting is not my thing; letting go is even less so.