The woman at the neighborhood grocery's customer service desk was unfazed when, receipt in hand (though it proved nothing), I explained that I'd bought milk Saturday but left without it and didn't realize it until Sunday and couldn't get back to the store until Monday ... "Go get it and come back here," she said. I did. "You want a bag for that?" she said. Easy as that.
Charity Singleton Craig wrote beautifully at The High Calling today about daily choosing hope after cancer.
Someone sent me a packet of poems, marvel of marvels, and said she hoped I wouldn't mind.
A friend asked an unspoken question that had been hanging between us, and I answered with another question, and with just a few more words, air was cleared.
And there was news from others today of a house found, an offer made and accepted; a sister back among the living after hovering on the threshold; a patient, prayerful "be still"; an author's receiving dispatches from places where her book has landed; a baby's room finished and waiting; a beloved granddaughter's birthday; plans to travel and gather in living rooms and share toast and tea and poetry.
For all these things, and others today, I am grateful.
And you? What were you grateful for today?
A friend asked an unspoken question that had been hanging between us, and I answered with another question, and with just a few more words, air was cleared.
And there was news from others today of a house found, an offer made and accepted; a sister back among the living after hovering on the threshold; a patient, prayerful "be still"; an author's receiving dispatches from places where her book has landed; a baby's room finished and waiting; a beloved granddaughter's birthday; plans to travel and gather in living rooms and share toast and tea and poetry.
For all these things, and others today, I am grateful.
And you? What were you grateful for today?
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