My sister named it. We call him "Mr. Possibility." That would be my husband. He is a possibility thinker, my sister says. She named what I knew. Each day brings round new possibilities, and it is a wondrous way to live. Seems like I've read that somewhere before, heard it from the pulpit. But do we usually trust it, or live it?

Oh the wonder of it ... time together every morning, on the couch with devotional reading, coffee and notepads, and "simply musts," and ponderings never left without hopeful outcomes ... always watching to carefully tend a possibility, to find a way in a way that those who give and those who receive are Ultimately Blessed. Mr./Ms. Possibility ... a cavalry to the rescue for those who are sinking.