Alas, it’s finally May! YES! Can peonies be far behind????
Bernicie is antsy, waiting for her barn escort to arrive. It will be at least half an hour, but she is ready to go. Who needs breakfast? Bring on the meecy-mices!
Like Garth Brooks, I often thank God for unanswered prayers, but these days I’m enjoying plenty of answered ones, and that’s a great thing, too. Prayers God always answers, at least in my experience: for courage, for strength, for compassion, for inspiration, for a grateful heart. I try not to ask for patience too often, because He always sends me something that will allow me to exercise that quality. Our little joke, His and mine. He’s got a million of ’em.
Yesterday, as I was leaving the clinic after group, I got into the elevator and there was this beautiful young family–mama, daddy, baby, and a little girl around four or five years old, with long pony tails and one of the sweetest smiles I’ve ever seen, on anyone, of any age. She was wearing a pretty yellow dress, and no daffodil ever made a lovelier sight. It was another of those gifts from the Big Guy–the ones that are so easy to overlook if you’re not paying attention.
It’s new book day on iTunes, so I’m headed over there next, before going on to Blue River, Texas, circa 1915. Things are getting lively in that little town.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table.
Be well, be happy, and be kind.