I first heard the story of the yellow hat a couple of decades ago.  This is it in a nutshell:

Sadie, a Jewish grandma, lives in Miami.  She is taking her little 3 year old grandson, Jacob, to the beach.  As they walk to the beach, Sadie stops at a shop to pick up beach toys and a sun hat for Jacob.  She buys him a cute yellow hat and puts it on him.  When they get to the beach Jacob sits in the sand playing with his pail and shovel, and Sadie sits down on a blanket a little further away.  All of a sudden, a rogue wave comes along and carries Jacob out to sea.  Sadie is in shock, the boy is gone!  Drowned.  Sadie stands up, shakes her fist toward heaven and yells, "How can You do this to me?  We worked so hard all our lives!  Raised three boys, two are doctors and one is lawyer!  How could You do this?!"
Suddenly another rogue wave comes along and Jacob is dropped back onto the beach, completely unharmed.  Sadie looks at the boy, then looks toward heaven.  She looks at the boy again, looks to heaven, shakes her fist and says, "He had a hat!  A yellow hat!"

When I heard that story told, the person I was with leaned over and whispered in my ear, "That is SO you!" 

Is it ever.

As I was making my move out to Vancouver, close friends who know the yellow hat story, and who love to remind me that it is SO me, kept reminding me to look for yellow hat signs.  

A couple of days ago I was having dinner with a girlfriend down at the Vancouver Seawall.  The view was stunning and the sunset was perfect.   During dinner a text comes from my sister.  She sent me the picture shown above.  I roll my eyes. Since coming to Vancouver I started watching Dragon's Den, a show I'd never seen before. I have likely now watched every episode ever made.  My sister is hooked on it, to say the least. And she keeps telling me I should go on it.  Ah, the sweet woman, she makes me laugh too! ......Starving artist looking for two years worth of income so she can focus exclusively on painting and not worry about food or shelter.  Imagine how that would go over. I'm still laughing.

But I say all of that to say this:  I know I've chosen a difficult road.  One where my world has become very, very small.  Adonai definitely giveth, and Adonai most certainly taketh away.  And I am in a season of taking away.  I know I will not be sorry to see 2014 go.  But the way forward is simply one foot in front of the other.  The steps seem infinitesimally small at the moment, and I will need reminding that I am still making progress.

And as I go, I shake my fist at heaven, scream, cry and throw tantrums, all the while knowing that Adonai sees me and understands, stands by me as I work, and walks ahead of me to prepare the way.  But really, did He have to make it so ridiculously solitary?!  Sheesh.  Anyway, we're talking....

"Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return there;
Adonai gives, and Adonai takes away.
Blessed be the name of Adonai."
(Job 1:21)