I knew something was up as soon as I saw the envelope addressed to me in my own handwriting.I held it up to the fading sunlight and saw the postcard, a form rejection notice from a prospective publisher for my children’s book.
“Thank You, Father, that You put it in my heart to gather a list of possible publishers when I first sent this off. It will go right back out, tomorrow, to the next one on the list.”
The full day had brought on fatigue. I was up at 5 a.m. to write, then to my daughter’s to pick up my four year old grandson at 8:00, then to three stores for quick errands, then to the gym where he had exposure to other kids in a daycare setting while I did the grueling workout necessary to keep the weight at least stable, then my daughter’s home again, in time for Mom to wipe him down and put him in a fresh shirt for nap, then an hour and a half alone time with my two-year old grandson and, finally, one blissful hour of lying down for a nap, snuggling with the pure sweetness and innocence that is a sleeping toddler.
When I got up, a voice mail from my veterinarian said to take my panicky Tonkinese back in for one more ear packing. Each visit traumatized Barny so much he hid for an entire day in the closet.
“Thank You, so very much, dear Father, for sending another Tonkinese, the only mink one listed with the Texas Tonkinese Rescue program. He could be my beloved Thellie’s twin. And thank You for sending him several months before Mom passed. Cuddling him is such a comfort when the tears come. Thank You for an understanding veterinarian and her staff. Thank You that he is healthy.”
“Thank you, Father, for the privilege of writing this blog, showing my spiritual failures and all. Please help it help others.”
Though it was 33 years ago, I remembered precious early evening times with Sharon. In fall and winter, we got home just before dusk fell. We talked about the evening news while I cooked and then as we ate dinner at our card table in the tiny kitchen. Twilight, I guess, will always be my favorite time of day for that cherished reason.
Thank You for teaching me then to be grateful for all things, even in the midst of setbacks and hard times, no, especially in those times. You keep my attitude healthy and keep me close to You. Thank You for training me to be aware of complaining. Please continue reminding me to take time to thank You for blessings as countless as the stars in the velvet sky. You’ve truly showered blessings over me and Sharon and her family. I love You, Lord. . . so much!!”