September 24, 2015


I am pushing myself through the days, sometimes speaking out loud to accomplish this or make progress on that. This morning I hit a wall... wondering if I was coming or going, and only wanting to hide under the covers for a few more hours, or maybe the rest of the day. I wonder if I am starting to get sick, but I don't even what to think about it, since I must be well for my surgery next week. {surgery?! yes... hoping for a final fix to this.}

I headed out the door anyway... and in my blah mood, my eyes were glued to the road, my heart heavy with doubt. Half-way to work, three of my favorite songs played on the radio in a row, starting with Mandisa's Good Morning... how can you not feel just-a-little-better when you hear that? Though I felt encouraged, I could still feel a tear or two hovering in the wings.  I dropped Laura at the zoo, thanked her for her help in getting me out the door this morning, and then headed off to work, wondering, how? And just before I came to the zoo entrance, I spotted a little blue zippy car. I stopped and in a flurry of arms flying and buttons being pushed, I finally got my window rolled down. She did the same, and we shouted I love yous across the road.

Thank you, God... for lining up your love for me... even putting my Mom in just the right place at just the right time. You always know just what I need, and I am so thankful for your provision, the way you make me feel loved.


Mindy said...

I had a Mandisa song (along with another) minister to me this week as well. In the midst of a stormy week God brought such peace to my heart and I have so grateful. Praying for you as your surgery approaches.

Southern Gal said...

Oh, it makes me smile to think of how He showed up for you. Just like that.
I'm praying for your surgery, that you'll be done and done.
It was so good to hear your voice!
And I caught Ethan's cold so now I sound like a man. ;)

Pam said...

Oh sweetie..praying for you!

Dayle ~ A Collection of Days said...

It's the little things.

Busy Bee Suz said...

Knowing what you were going through and then what you must endure to get tugs at my heart in such a bad way.
Praying that each day you feel better, feel more like you.

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