Perplexing

It is a cold dreary morning.  I've been quiet and lazy.  My mind is so full of questions that, as yet, have no answers.
Olivia spent Saturday and Sunday with us.  I took her dress shopping and she picked a practical cotton sun dress over the fancy shiny ones.  She thought it would be more comfortable and she could wear it this summer.  Can't argue with her logic.
Yesterday was a blessed day.  Saturday my daughter called and invited us to dinner.  I told her that Louis gets back kind of late from taking people home from Church and that we had planned to hide eggs for Olivia.  So finally we decided that they would bring all the food that she had prepared for a family dinner to our house along with my 21 year old granddaughter and the 22 year old grandson with his wife.  If it was nice at all we'd eat on the deck and hide eggs on the hill.  If it was rainy -big chance- we'd do it inside.
It was still raining lightly after church.  Olivia and I put the extention in the table and got it ready to set for 8.  My daughter arrived with a load of food and we sat down to a good meal with lots of laughter and sweetness.  It was nice.
By the time dinner was over, the rain had stopped and my husband and son-in-law helped me hide well over a hundred eggs -maybe over 150, I didn't count them- in the back yard, on the deck and on the hill.  That was a lot of eggs for 3 people to hide!
The kids -young and older- had a lot of fun finding them.  My grandchildren are pretty competitive.  My granddaughter-in-law helped the 6 year old quite a bit.  Then we sat and visited for a time on my bench set, before the rain began again.  It was good and supplied some needed laughter and diversion.
We talked only briefly of the problems surmounting in our own private world.  My heart is still quite disturbed.  It disquiets my spirit and my sleep.  I am legarthic and when I get up to work at something, I find I am a ping pong ball, bouncing here and there with little resolution for my needy environment.  When I pray, I have no clue.  Over and over I ask for redemption and restoration, but I'm not sure what that will take at this point.  I pray for grace and mercy.  Truth and wisdom seem so illusive.
Last night Louis and I watched the dove awards and a family drama on GMC.  It was a fitful night and the day still rains and rumbles.  My pool runneth over (the filter basket anyway)  I've had to pump it and need to again, but for that it must stop raining and rumbling.
My belief is that God is faithful and loving.  He is wise and true.  My faith is that he is the only one who can bring restoration to our family and he will do it when people trust and stop trying to engineer the best human solution.  That may be a ways off.  But I shall look for it in faith.  He is my hope and future.  Resurrection is in his character.
Be blessed on this soppy, soaky, Monday.