This year I enjoyed mother’s day. No, I’m not a mother, but I enjoyed being in the presence of the women who are the matriarchs of my family. We went to dinner on Saturday night and we spent the afternoon together yesterday. I have to give glory to God, because He has healed wounds, deep wounds, within my heart pertaining to my grandmother. I was able to walk into her house with an open heart, spend a great deal of time with her, and not walk away wounded. It is true that scar tissue heals stronger than the original tissue.
Did I mention that my church gave out awesome Mother’s Day gifts? I love pineapple. I love hand lotion. I love pineapple hand lotion 🙂
I am thankful that I serve such a loving, wonderful God. Right now, I am standing in the middle of an eddy, life swirling in every which direction, barely able, on my own to tell which way is up, and somehow I know that God is in control. I don’t feel the need to grab the reins of my life. I am not grasping for the proverbial straws. I am standing. Standing on a Rock.
I know that there is something brewing. Right now I wish it were a pot of Starbucks coffee, ’cause I’m tired. But I sense some kind of movement on the horizon. And I hear a rumbling. It will be interesting to see what occurs over the next month or so.
Well, I have to stop typing. Pray that the HP lady actually helps me today or I may….I may sigh and call back tomorrow.
And for those who were worried. My lost co-worker is rumored to be in the US. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll see for myself.
I crack myself up.