I don’t know why but, these past weeks somehow just haven’t seemed real,
and then the Bishop of Charleston came to our house.
We had heard he wanted to come and we were ready. . . But really, it just didn’t seem real.
He rolled right into the yard
just like a regular guy
in a regular car
all by himself.
He came into our simple little “lived in” house
and sat in the Fisherman’s favorite chair.
He stayed with us for awhile, talked to the girl who loves music and asked her what happened in the accident and wanted to know what the doctors were saying.
He told our girl she was a real miracle because from what he had heard about her accident she was a real mess.
We told him it was all true . . . and then I told him how you prayed and even though he was in awe. . . he still was not surprised. He told us that he thought people truly want to love, and hearing about all this was proof of the human spirit. He mentioned how the darkness should not over come the light. . . .
and I thought holy moly there it is again.
He said, we needed to be thankful for all things, and give thanks for all circumstances, and then the miracle happens.
and it sent shivers down my spine.
So here we are
the second day of Lent
counting our blessings, working to be thankful for all things and all circumstances.
the eyes are closing in. . . the face is showing signs of movement *this one should count for abut six hundred.
spell check . . . without spell check you would know how I just can’t spell
the girl who loves to dance sang to me all the way home today It’s a Jolly Holiday and it was true
warm soup for dinner
home all morning warm
early morning sun peaking through trees
I’m home to care for her
clumsy puppy happy to see me
the Philosopher calling to tell me about the light shining on water as he drove past * he sees
Charming taking time to talk before running off the school
finally pulling out my big camera & using it